What has been lost in the fire can be found in the water.  The only question is,

Are we willing to step out of the boat?

Until I have a place to write, all my articles will serve to promote my music, and not much else.  Perhaps I should have come to this place years ago; I would have produced nothing to read or listen to if I had, and it is thanks to patrons of every kind that I have been able to write and record whatever it is I happen to have finished to date, whether it has been lost in the fire or not.

But in the event this is it (you never know), I don't want the last thing I say to the world to be "Lost in the Fire."  While it's true I would have been lost in the fire a thousand times over by now if not for the grace and mercy of God, and while my perception of social media has been skewed by decades of being told I need it to make a living (does anyone remember mp3.com in the late 90s, when nobody even knew what an mp3 was?), which means my "content" (oh tiresome word) is incapable of being UNPROFESSIONAL enough to attain the lofty heights of anything resembling a "ministry" (is your job a Christian outreach program?),

I refuse to allow what may very well be my last statement to the world to be a promotional advertisement for a spoken word album full of obsolete poetry about things I haven't seen or done in decades.  I still stand by the work, but if it sneers and snarls at me as it sinks into the fire, I'm not jumping into the burning lake to save it.  Since the culture has turned into a 2-dimensional black-and-white cartoon of willful blindness, deafness, and hate, we are expected to revere 2-dimensional content that comforts us in our dying bias over the multi-faceted gemstones of real art,

Which means we're supposed to disregard the true, possibly horrible events that litter the journey toward wisdom like so many discarded, flattened beercans on the side of the road.

But I for one can not ignore them. Which doesn't mean I'm stopping to pick them up.  It is possible the act of pulling over to undo that which cannot be undone is a total waste of time, at best.  Perhaps it is wiser to walk away.  All our former garbage will rot in due time. 

Not long, methinks.  Thus the writing of this message.  What has been lost in the fire can be found in the water.

But you have to look for it.

Seek and ye shall find.

Good luck.

p.s.  Speaking of obsolete garbage, I made a new cover for Everything I Have Is Yours, to replace the "venomous spiders dipped in urine" aesthetic of the original.  If it wasn't a gospel album, I probably wouldn't have bothered.  But it deserves better.  I mean, we aren't even going to be singing "Amazing Grace" in Heaven.  We won't be limited to a 12-tone scale, and will be able to sing in frequencies that even dogs can't hear, down here.  Artists won't be limited to the visible color spectrum as we currently understand it, or 3 dimensions.

Think about it.  It's beyond beyond.  Unimaginable, hopefully.  Found in the water perhaps.  So, you can have the burning, rotten dope poetry.  At some level in fact I do still like it, but my heart is set on something better.

I sincerely hope to see you there, if not sooner.

Thanks for listening.