I cannot get that beautiful afternoon out of my head, above me where I lay the grass was silhouetted against the blue of the heavens, small clouds were rushing past as the wind drove them on an endless journey. – Julia Lee-Booker, letter to Pat McSwiney, 1940 July 24
If you want to touch the past, touch a rock. If you want to touch the present, touch a flower. If you want to touch the future, touch a life. – Author Unknown
Im a freak, everything has to be totally flat when I play. Ed Will, my jazz teacher, set up everything completely flat, and then youd tilt your snare drum away from you, so I do that too. So my snare tilts away from me. – Travis Barker