I Am An Invisible Man. No, I

Eclecticism Is The Word. Like A Jazz Musician Who Creates His Own Style Out Of The Styles Around Him, I Play By Ear.

Life Is As The Sea, Art A Ship In Which Man Conquers Life's Crushing Formlessness, Reducing It To A Course, A Series Of Swells, Tides And Wind Currents Inscribed On A Chart.

In Those Days It Was Either Live With Music Or Die With Noise, And We Chose Rather Desperately To Live.

I Am Nobody But Myself.

I Blundered Into Writing.