Cigarettes And Coffee, Man, That's A Combination.

The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".

Miami's Not Anybody's Poor Cousin. It's An Aspiration To Live In This Town, Not Something You Have To Do To Promote Yourself Like Some Of The Larger Cities.

I Wasn't So Stupid That I Didn't Realize The Implications Of What They Were Saying. In My Live Work I Was Going For The Quick Thrill, Rather Than Spending Time Concentrating On My Voice. I Figured I'd Get On, Make As Many Quick Movement As Possible, Dance My Ass Off For Five Minutes, Move Into The Insult Portion Of The Evening, And Then, At The End, Create Some Kind Of Chaos Until The 55 Minutes Were Up.

Well, The Stuff That Has Become More Commercial Doesn't Have Any Edge.

I Am The Passenger, I Stay Under Glass. I Look Through My Window So Bright, I See The Stars Come Out Tonight. I See The Bright And Hollow Sky, Over The City's Ripped Backsides And Everything Looks Good Tonight.