If My Heart Could Do My Thinking,

Going Down The Old Mine With A Transistor Radio.

The First Piece Of Music That Captured My Imagination Was Probably Ray Charles Live At Newport.

Memories, How They Linger In The Twilight And In The Wee Small Hours Sometimes Just Before Dawn.

Making Love In The Green Grass Behind The Stadium With You My Brown Eyed Girl.

Sartre Said That Hell Is Other People, I Believe That Most Of Them Are