2007 feels like a long time ago now, when younger brother Robert, an accomplished French horn player, found himself playing horn in the Chicago Civic Orchestra. Standing at a crossroads, and fundamentally frustrated by the demands of mastering such an instrument (that he knew would never allow him to fully express himself), he finally asked his brother David to rebel with him, and together they embarked on a life-long creative journey. That journey is well under way. Paddling down along a long wild amazonian river in my birch bark canoe. I look left, I look right. My belly aches from whiskey. I Look left again. A shadow whisks through the trees. "Alas," I think to myself. "Twas but a harmless snake fetching its prey." I Look to the right. My heart jumps and tremors with fear, for yet again, the trees eerily dance along the banks. Rustle. Rustle. Rustle. "Caw" .. utters the lonely exotic bird. Echoeing the lonely fear in my heart. Caw. Caw. Caw. And into the center of that lonely pit -- ATTACK! An arrow grazes my ear, and disappears into the water. My fear is becoming paralyzing. Who are these assailants? Who could these enemies be? TBC. . . . . . . . . . . . .