It May Be Years Until The Day

So, I'm On Sesame Street, Walking Around With All These Monsters, Elmo And His Buddies, A Whole Bunch Of Chickens, A Whole Bunch Of Penguins And A Number Four Dancing About. It Was Just Pure Joy, Simple, Ridiculous Fun, Stupid Joy. There's No Irony. Sesame Street Is Just A Crazy Great Place To Be.

With Music, I Wasn't Curious Anymore. There Was No Dialogue. By The Time I Stopped, I Knew It Wasn't Going To Be Gone Forever, But It Just Wasn't The Right Time For Me To Care About That.

Now, There's Just So Much Imagery. Imagine What Our Grandkids Are Going To Be Able To See Of Us?

There's Nothing Better Than Not Knowing What's Going To Happen Until You Put The Pieces Together.

Because There's Just So Much In A Day Now, I Keep Writing In Much More Abstract Terms, Like I Don't Try To Write About What Happened Anymore. It Would Be Impossible.