Feed the muse. Feed the muse. Somewhere, deep inside most musicians, there's this pesky alter-ego, with big ears, and a creative energy, who's constantly pestering you to listen to something, to play, write and record. Anything for another fix of that aural drug we call "music." For many of us, life is busy enough without these visits. And yet, we succumb to this pusher of ear candy, auditory joy juice, sonic ecstacy. You'd hawk your mother for another CD, jam session, digital multi-track plug in. You work harder and harder, just so you can feed the habit. And that's when you realize..."work is what I do; music is who I am."