I'm Happy To Write 10 Times Too

As Soon As You Impose Western Chords On An Indian Scale, Something Great Collapses.

I Suppose All Of Us - We Have The Old Protestant Work Ethic Of Feeling Guilty When You're Not Working, And Getting A Buzz From Feeling Like You're Really Busy. That's The Reason To Sort Of Carry On.

I Don't Mind When People Are Telling Me About Their 1971 Firebird, But It's The Same Thing As People Telling Me About Their Car Or Something. It's Fine If You Have An Interest. By Talking With Me, Though, You Could Be Interviewing A Novelist About Guitars. It's The Same Thing, Except I Don't Write That Well Either.

Right Now My Mind Is On The People Who Stole Our Instruments, And, Specifically, The Person With My Guitar, Which Will No Doubt End Its Days Having Green Day Songs Worked Out On It. A Better Fate Was Deserved - And While The Reverence Given To Guitars Annoys Me, I Shall Miss It.

I Was Happy Using Cassettes When I Was Fifteen, But I'm Sure They Were Sneered At In Their Day By Audiophiles.