I Had Tremendous Fun Fooling

You're Going To React To A Painting In A Way That The Painting Demands You React.

Elvis Transcends His Talent To The Point Of Dispensing With It Altogether.

Listening Is Like Running Down A Mountain On A Switchback Trail, The Sound Of Surprise Generating Its Own Momentum. There’s A Punk Glee Inside The Bluegrass Craft–and A Punk Vehemence Inside The Bluegrass Smile.

We Fight Our Way Through The Massed And Leveled Collective Safe Taste Of The Top 40, Just Looking For A Little Something We Can Call Our Own. But When We Find It And Jam The Radio To Hear It Again It Isn't Just Ours -- It Is A Link To Thousands Of Others Who Are Sharing It With Us. As A Matter Of A Single Song This Might Mean Very Little; As Culture, As A Way Of Life, You Can't Beat It.

As I Write, Johnny Rotten's First Moments In "anarchy In The U.k." - A Rolling Earthquake Of A Laugh, A Buried Shout, Then Hoary Words Somehow Stripped Of All Claptrap And Set Down In The City Streets - I Am An Antichrist - Remain As Powerful As Anything I Know. Listening To The Record Today - Listening To The Way Johnny Rotten Tears At His Lines, And Then Hurls The Pieces At The World; Recalling The All-consuming Smile He Produced As He Sang - My Back Stiffens; I Pull Away Even As My Scalp Begins To Sweat.