In Not-for-profit Theater, You Don't Worry So

Now, This One Might Be A Little Stringy, But Then Again, It's Fiddle Player." That Isn't Fiddle Player, It's Piccolo Player." How Can You Tell?" It's Piping Hot!" Then Blow On It First!

If You Told Me To Write A Love Song Tonight, I'd Have A Lot Of Trouble. But If You Tell Me To Write A Love Song About A Girl With A Red Dress Who Goes Into A Bar And Is On Her Fifth Martini And Is Falling Off Her Chair, That's A Lot Easier, And It Makes Me Free To Say Anything I Want.

The Only Reason To Write Is From Love.

One Of The Hardest Things About Writing Lyrics Is To Make The Lyrics Sit On The Music In Such A Way That You're Not Aware There Was A Writer There.

I'm A Lazy Writer. My Idea Of Heaven Is Not Writing. On The Other Hand, I'm Obviously Compulsive About It.