The optimist of our whole, speaks quietly to our soul, the days we don't speak out, riddled with so much doubt. This guy is not me. I was far too busy learning musically to consider young admirers. I guess the learning of my craft frustrated my fiddlesome y-front companion ~ adolescents. Too young to care? Too blind to see? Too old to share? Too into me? Too much to say. Too much to do? Too much to play. So To Too Two.