Every once in a while, an album from my past jumps out at me.  How much thought, perspective, and perception went into it, I wonder?  What did these folks think as they were making it?   Did they think of it as a job?  Did they think of some abstraction such as Art, Beauty, Truth, Goodness, hoping against hope for the approval of the gods?  Did they make it to satisfy themselves or their friends or their families or their producers or their record label or their fans or some combination of all of these things?

Did they know it would still be touching the lives of others thirty-four years later?

Thank you so much, Phil, Tony, and Mike.  Whatever your intentions, Duke still speaks to me.  In volumes.  Yours, Brad

It is written in the book.