Me escape from big mad world.

Night come. Me feel urge in belly. Me grab torch, walk deep into own land. Ten whole acres. All around, tall national forest trees. Quiet. No people noise. No screen noise. Only wind and owl.

In middle of land, big red cedar stand. No leaf on it. Only many many thick limb hang down like giant arms. Under that tree me put old wood piano and electric keyboard. When rain come, me throw tarp over them so no wet.

That place where me make most music. Me sit under big limb....