All She Wanted Was Sax.

She Can Kill With Her Smile, She Can Wound With Her Eyes.

I'm Writing For The Sake Of Writing Music. Whether It Gets Heard Or Not Isn't An Issue For Me. It Keeps My Own Juices Going And My Mind Active.

It Feels Great To Have A #1 Album.

I Always Hated My Hair, So Now It's Going Away.

It's Nine O'clock On A Saturday, The Regular Crowd Shuffles In / There's An Old Man Sitting Next To Me Making Love To His Tonic And Gin / He Says, 'son, Can You Play Me A Memory?/ I'm Not Really Sure How It Goes / But It's Sad And It's Sweet, And I Knew It Complete When I Wore A Younger Man's Clothes.'