Ah, To Be A Bird. To Fly

Jesus Was A Cross-dresser.

One Can Never Know For Sure What A Deserted Area Looks Like.

The Rebellious Mood Of The Country During Those [60th] Years Allowed Me To Plug Right Back Into My Old Hatreds. I Could Scream And Holler, As I Did On The Albums, Against Religion, Government, Big Business - All Those Assholes And Their Values. That Hatred Was Very Real.

Regarding Jam Sessions: Jazz Musicians Are The Only Workers I Can Think Of Who Are Willing To Put In A Full Shift For Pay And Then Go Somewhere Else And Continue To Work For Free.

How Can It Be A Spy Satellite If They Announce On Television That It's A Spy Satellite?