Mystery to Me

Truth is, I am always suprised by my music. I don't mean that I go on patting myself on the back because I am always getting better, either. I mean, neither good nor bad, I am suprised.

I am suprised to find out that there is another layer to a lyrics meaning, ecspecially when I don't remember consciously designing the original meaning.

I am suprised to hear myself trying to communicate in a way I would never, drunk or otherwise, communicate. Even the sound of my voice seems foreign to me (as if it is coming from a dream.) No, I know what the recording of my voice sounds like. What I am refering to is the gentle, sometimes sarcastic, sometimes joyful quality of character that my voice communicates.

You can think that I am full of myself if you want. But when I give you a cd I am only the messenger. I really don't want to hear how you will or won't listen to it. After you finish listening, I don't want to hear your report. What you don't realize is that you are not talking to the creator of this music. That person is alive only during the recording session.

Yes, I am a fan of my own music. I am a fan of that self that I can only be, sometimes. I am interested in his approach to life. Don't tell me if you like him or not, as if he is me. Truthfully you don't know him. I don't even know him, though I know him best of all.

This shy guy standing before you has no interest in any thing other than transfering Michael Scott's cd to your hands with minimal effort and insecurity. His job is to preform various administrative duties and protect the music of Michael Scott.