That line is from Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five's "We Don't Work For Free." The song title is not the point... the point is I wish it would stay night for about a month. For me, in the darkness of night strikes the mood to write. And the solitude and the gentle atmosphere that nighttime affords me allow a part of my mind that can't take too much daylight - a psychically albino corner of my mind - to open up, not so much to receive as to give... to give forth some of its little ideas, some of its little compositions, some of its little expressions of this impulse to create.
The imperative of creative production is an organizing principle in my life.
I am so damn tired right now that I will have to return to that later.
By the way I must acknowledge that it has been ten+ months since I have written here and it's been a hell of a year since I turned forty.
But more on that later as well.
