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From the desk of M.C. Taylor, July 18, 2017:
I'm from nowhere. That's the way I feel about it now, right at this moment.
Music took me and made me and gave me a purpose and I built my world
with it, and now my geography is a musical one, forever. And when I
break, when I think about running as far as I can, I remember that there
is nothing that does me like music, and I might as well be a poor man in a
world of my own device. Hallelujah anyhow.
Rhythm? I learned it over twenty years in the back of rented vans, in attics
and back rooms-hard places to get to, harder places to get out of. And now
rhythm is my clock and I live by it. We all do. But it'll kill you if you're not
careful. It might kill you even if you are. Hallelujah anyhow.
I see the dark clouds. I was designed to see them. They're the same clouds
of fear and destruction that have darkened the world since Revelations,
just different actors. But this music is for hope. That's the only thing I
want to say about it. Love is the only way out. I've never been afraid of the
darkness; it's just a different kind of light. And if some days that belief
comes harder than others, hallelujah anyhow.