If You Travel To Germany,

I Began To Go To Concerts When I Was 12 Years Old. And I Would Stand There, The Small Imp That I Was, And I Would Expect The World To Be Laid Before Me By These Artists, And In Some Cases It Was. So When I Climbed Onto The Stage, I Always Imagined That I Was Singing To Somebody Who Was Similar To How I Had Been.

I Smoke 'cos I'm Hoping For An Early Death And I Need To Cling To Something.

I Don't Want To Get Too Involved In Marketing Budgets, Online Promotions And Download Set-ups Because It Would Be A Bit Like Gertrude Stein Mapping Out A Tv Campaign. I Want To Sing. I Want Visibility. I Am Essentially Al Martino, Not Seymour Stein.

With No Reason To Hide These Words I Feel, And No Reason To Talk About The Books I Read, But Still, I Do.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...