I Looked Upon Myself, In A Sort

There's A Certain Moment When You Realize That You've Actually Just Left The Planet For A Bit And That Nobody Can Touch You. . .when It Works, Baby, You've Got Wings.

You See, To Me, The Art Of Music Is Listening To It, Not Playing It. The Real Art Of It Is Hearing It.

You Didn't Know Whether Chuck Berry Was Black Or White - It Was Not A Concern.

My Father. I Snorted My Father. He Was Cremated And I Couldn't Resist Grinding Him Up With A Little Bit Of Blow.

I Personally Believe That Most People That Play An Instrument Would Be Able To Write A Few Songs Here And There. But They Say, "i Tried, I Can't Do It" And Give Up And Don't Try It Again; They Get Too Discouraged.