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I Conceived In Art College At The Age Of 20, Near The End Of Term.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

My Childhood Was Very Difficult. I Had Every Childhood Disease And Then Some, But My Parents Didnt Mollycoddle Me. They Left Me To Fight Those Battles On My Own. I Guess That Was Very Canadian, Very Stoic. But Its Good. I Had To Become A Warrior. I Had To Give Up Hope And Find A Substitute For Hope That Would Be Far More Stable.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

Will You Take Me As I Am? Strung Out On Another Man...california, I'm Comin' Home.