2015, February 21 – A very long journey from October 5, 1057. Never imagined I would still be standing, even after all those years. But, yet, here I am, Dann, just as I am.

I was born a “blue” baby on a blue moon in a city full of downtrodden blues breakers. Brought into this existence by two beautiful 100% Irish Catholics. Living a Protestant life in a chaotic equinox of time and space.

Rock and roll had begun the war against the country and western machine. Gospel had begun to morph into rhythm and blues eventually birthing the offspring, ‘hip hop’. Music would change beyond any misconceptions of our elders. Music would once more become the universal language of all. Messages would be delivered via the rhythmic lamination’s of the minstrels of society.

And the child such as I, well, we would/will witness changes of which society will never see again.

Who but a soul born in the fifties could have been a Hippie, a Yippie, a Vagrant, a thief, a biker, a nomad, a parent, a businessman, an elder and a Grandfather all within one lifetime?

The childhood memories of listening to rock and roll grow – to see all races dancing to R & B. To know what it took to create Motown and Apple Records. To understand the courage that was shown to people of all colour marching together. To be able to remember the exact time JFK and Martin Luther were gunned down. To overstand the sorrow of the senseless murder of John Lennon. To watch the drug culture become a writhing scourge on mankind.

To see that after all we have learned, violence is still the first answer to conflict.

Still, the “WILD” animals get along in unison and dance the Circle of Life. Their only fear is man.

Man dances to beautiful music, but sidesteps into cruelty and disregard for all but oneself.

I suggest that it is time we dance to the same tune as all other living creatures and become one with this that the Gods have laid before us.
Let us not only write, record and perform beautiful songs, but may we become the song itself.

Until then, I remain, Dann – just as I am.



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