(The inevitable question. Best answered by myself, I suppose.)

In all of the honest expression, struggle and painful hard work of "Harbinger", "This Fire" and "Amen", I stood outside myself and saw myself running furiously on some giant hampster wheel. I wanted out. I wanted to rest. I wanted a child. I wanted to leave New York City and look for a new life. I was at the beginning of my mid-life crisis.

I stopped running. I precipitously chose a charming man with whom I conceived my daughter, Sky. I... more