Keith P. Button
In the sixties, I told my hippie counselor at YMCA camp, "I want to be an artist." He was cool.
In the seventies, I took drum lessons.
In the eighties, It's fuzzy.
In the nineties, I cracked alot of cymbals.
In the new century, I built my first fountain, "Cymbalism" with four cracked cymbals.