People often ask, "Where do you get your ideas?"
Well, on a rainy day, right here in my studio. All this stuff around the room is mine. Beach sand & sea shells in a old Cruzan rum bottle, old faded poetry books, yes always music.

Somewhere in this room is a old picture album of memories.
Just beyond, perhaps, is a small Michigan town of my childhood.
I am surrounded by new & old dreams dancing about my room.
I will never starve for new ideas, here in my studio.
I just look around, find what I need, and begin.



Warmly, Phil