Like sliding puzzle pieces around on the table and finding the order required to create an aestheically pleasing picture that matches the one on the box, except in this case there is no image on the box, it is just what is in my head. So these musical patterns, form an expression of the ideas which I have no words for, so they have to come out in some manner. ease into it Classic Smoove When you Wake up and realize the Dream is over Reality Hits the Road WhooHa done fast
