Quotes by : David Mutti Clark

The music plays . . . and your sense of reality is heightened to a dream.

And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.

And a ride in a hearse tells us we’re all close to that final cruise . . . when the body dies and we....

The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.

You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?

Your muse ain't singin' on your MTV? Can't even see him on your HD TV?

We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb.....

Now listen for your song. Everybody’s got a song. When I used to chase the Trane— John Coltrane that....