Vinegar: That's What Fear Smells

I Find Myself Thinking More About The Past As I Get Older... Maybe Because There's Just More Of It To Think About. At The Same Time, I'm Less Haunted By It Than I Was As A Younger Person. I Guess That's Probably The Ideal: To Reach A Point Where You Have Access To All Of Your Memories, But You Don't Feel Victimized By Them.

I Don't Really Know Where My Ideas Come From. I Start With A Time And A Place. That's What I Need To Get Started, And An Intellectual Question.

And It May Be That A Crowd At A Particular Moment Of History Creates The Object To Justify Its Gathering, As It Did At The First Human Be-in And Monterey Pop And Woodstock. Or It May Be That Two Generations Of War And Surveillance Had Left People Craving The Embodiment Of Their Own Unease In The Form Of A Lone, Unsteady Man On A Slide Guitar.

One Area I Have A Huge Amount Of Trouble In Is Writing About Myself. I Get A Heavy, Almost Depressed Feeling.

We Lie. That's What We Do. You're Selling Me A Line Of Bullshit And You Want Me To Sell You A Line Of Bullshit Back So You Can Write A Major Line Of Bullshit And Be Paid For It.