Reinvention (Four) So, this happened: the rise of grunge and the fall of an arena rock / corporate house of cards cartoon character. Then nine years into the inevitable transition (for the only constant is Change), an original muse strung in nylon invited me back to the start, to reconnect to the sharing of simple, humble gifts. "Too talented for his own damn good." Never talented enough for his own sacred yearnings. What is the point? In a world full of percentage points, penetration points into demographic pie slices one eventually trains their courage of convictions on the pull of their own magnetic north. How long does it take for you to learn to trust your gut? Shakespeare's Polonius remarks "to thine own self be true", but George Bernard Shaw says life isn't about finding yourself, it's about creating yourself. Yes. And then recreating.

And reinventing. Ah, artists. with their Groucho Marx perversion, refusing to belong to a club that would have the likes of them as a member. Organize artists? Like trying to herd cats. Still the wheel keeps on turning the river keeps on running the tide keeps on ebbing and flowing even magnetic north keeps moving. Why, in the last 150 years, the pole has wandered about 685 miles. So go. Go with the motion.

Honour your humble gifts. Respect them and do them justice. Choose what feels sacred. Serve others. Strive to be virtuous. Pass along the flame of Prometheus. And leave the campsite better than you found it.