This Ain't Rock 'n' Roll.

There Was A Time In America Not Long Ago When Rock 'n' Roll Was Called Race Music, And White Kids Who Wanted To Go See Chuck Berry Were Completely Forbidden.

Never Bored, So I'll Never Get Old

It Is Amazing How A New Child Can Refocus One's Direction Seconds After Its Birth. Everything Falls Into A Feeling Of 'rightness'.

You Write Down A Paragraph Or Two Describing Several Different Subjects Creating A Kind Of Story Ingredients-list, I Suppose, And Then Cut The Sentences Into Four Or Five-word Sections; Mix Em Up And Reconnect Them. You Can Get Some Pretty Interesting Idea Combinations Like This. You Can Use Them As Is Or, If You Have A Craven Need To Not Lose Control, Bounce Off These Ideas And Write Whole New Sections.

I'm Afraid Of Americans.