If Guns Cause Crime, All Of Mine

How Dare Politicians Continue To Pass Insane Laws Forcing Good, Law-abiding People To Be Defenseless And Helpless.

I'm Stoned On My Music. I'm Intoxicated By My Joyful Calendar Between The Tours, And The Hunting, And The Charity Work, And The Family Time, And Just My Lifestyle Living On A Ranch In Texas And Back When I Lived On My Ranch In Michigan. It's The Epitome Of Individual Independence, Self-sufficiency, Hands-on, Earthly Celebration And We Tour Every Summer Like Complete Animals.

The Second Amendment Of Our Bill Of Rights Is My Concealed Weapons Permit, Period.

My Life Is A Tsunami Of Inspirations. Number One Is That I Really Do Just Love My Bbq. I Mean It's The Sustenance Of Mankind. You Know, The Animal Rights Of People, If They Had Their Way, 99% Of The Human Race Would Parish Because We Sustain Ourselves With Dead Stuff On The Grill.

I'm Aware Of Yusef Lateef And Sun Ra And John Coltrane. My Music Cup Runneth Over. I Try To Encourage People: Don't Cut Anything Off, Don't Limit Yourself. Give It A Good Listen: You Might Find Something In That Goofy Sun Ra Noise, That Dissonance. Before I Learned 'official Musicality' - Which You Should Avoid At All Costs - I Listened To Some Sun Ra And Yusef Lateef And John Coltrane And That's Where 'journey To The Center Of The Mind' Came From. When You Intentionally And Aggressively Pursue Musical Communication With Those Powerfully Impactful Musical Geniuses, You Will Pick Up Something.