Plant Your Love And Let

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

In Playing, I Suppose My Greatest Gift Was To Express The Way I Felt Or The Willingness To Express Myself.

Before You Accuse Me, Take A Look At Yourself.

I Thought, 'my God, This Is Like Buddy Guy On Acid.'

I Often Enjoy Singing In An Acoustic Setting More Than An Amplified One.