The Hardest Song To Write

Only You And I Can Help The Sun Rise Each Coming Morning. If We Don't, It May Drench Itself Out In Sorrow. You Special, Miraculous, Unrepeatable, Fragile, Fearful, Tender, Lost, Sparkling Ruby Emerald Jewel, Rainbow Splendor Person. It's Up To You.

Mostly What I Listen To When I Turn On My Little Ipod Is Opera.

I Was Trying To Disturb The War.

I Never Pretended To Be Rock Star. I Would Make A Lousy Rock Star. I Don't Have The Right Voice For It. I Don't Have The "sex, Drugs And Rock 'n' Roll" Spirit. But The Greatest Flattery In The Last Couple Of Years Is Being Called A "badass" By Young Singers.

I Have Been True To The Principles Of Nonviolence, Developing A Stronger And Stronger Aversion To The Ideologies Of Both The Far Right And The Far Left And A Deeper Sense Of Rage And Sorrow Over The Suffering They Continue To Produce All Over The World.