Cigarettes And Coffee, Man, That's

The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".

The People Who Were Learning From Me Tended To Be More Commercial Performers Who Were Gonna Rip Off The Salient Idea To Do It In A Way That Will Sell, But They Weren't Going For The Music.

Nihilism Is Best Done By Professionals.

You Know, I'm Fifty-two Now And I Call Myself A Singer. Before I Kick It I Want To Be Able To Carry A Tune In A Living Room If Called Upon. Of Course, Mine Come Out All Dark And Twisted And Weird.

I Have A Hot Memory, But I Know I've Forgotten Many Things, Too, Just Squashed Things In Favor Of Survival.