I'm So Hard On Myself. I Play

When They'd Been On The Run, With Death Maybe Lying In Wait Around Any Corner, They Had Never Been More Alive. When Each Day Might Be Your Last, It Made A Big Difference. You Couldn't Maintain That State Forever, Of Course; The Stress Would Eat You Alive, But Putting Yourself At Risk Did Bring Out Your Best-or Your Worst

What We're Focusing On Is The Images That Were In People's Minds Being Replaced By Fresh Images, To Make Way For The Rebirth Of New Orleans. We're Showing The Other Side.

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That

You Can’t Embrace Your Whole Life If You’re Shut Down.

He'd Once Heard A Story About A Monastery On The Top Of Some Mountain In Japan Or Somewhere. After A Long Trek In The Cold To Get There, The Monks Would Offer To Sell You A Cup Of Coffee. You Had A Choice: There Was A Two-dollar Cup - Or A Two-hundred- Dollar Cup. When Pressed To Explain The Difference, The Monks Were Reported To Say, 'a Hundred And Ninety-eight Dollars.'