I Played Drums On Keith Carradine's First

We All Know That Crap Is King, Give Us Dirty Laundry.

I Now Derive Physical And Spiritual Pleasure From Gardening And There Is Tremendous Satisfaction In Knowing That I Could Survive Almost Anywhere If I Had To.

The Eagles And The Critics Were Not The Best Of Friends.

Sometimes Songwriters And Singers Forget That. They Get A Melody In Their Head And The Notes Will Take Precedence, So That They Wind Up Forcing A Word Onto A Melody. It Doesn't Ring True.

You're Driving With Your Eyes Closed.