Everyone I Know Has Attention Deficit, And

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

I Have Lost My Credibility As A Hit Maker Because Of These Side Excursions Into Other Branches Of Music; By Not Being Consistent. Consistency Seems To Be All-important.

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parking Lot.