this, my credo
begin the day with a friendly voice. a companion un-obtrusive. play that song that's so elusive... then, the magic music makes your morning move. up on your way at the open road there is magic at your fingers. and the spirit ever lingers and the man contacts in your head. solitude. invisible airwaves crackle with life. bright antenna bristles with the energy. emotional feedback on timeless wavelength. bearing a gift beyond price... almost free. all this machinery making modern music can still be open hearted. not so full and charted it's really just the the question of your honesty. your honesty. one likes to believe in the freedom of music. but glittering prizes and endless compromises it shatters the illusions of integrity. for the words of the prophet were written on the stadium wall. the concert hall. it echoes with the sounds of salesmen.