It's Not Music You Would Use To

For Years We Have Been Taught Not To Like Things. Finally Somebody Said It Was Ok To Like Things. This Was A Great Relief. It Was Getting Hard To Go Around Not Liking Everything.

Maybe This Is All A Bit Of A Myth, A Willful Desire To Give Each Place Its Own Unique Aura. But Doesn't Any Collective Belief Eventually Become A Kind Of Truth? If Enough People Act As If Something Is True, Isn't It Indeed "true," Not Objectively, But In The Sense That It Will Determine How They Will Behave? The Myth Of Unique Urban Character And Unique Sensibilities In Different Cities Exists Because We Want It To Exist.

I Don't Think People Are Going To Switch Over To Bikes Because It's Good For Them Or Because It's Politically Correct. They're Going To Do It Because It Gets Them From A To B Faster.

The Heads Were The Only Band On That Scene That Had A Groove.

I Sense The World Might Be More Dreamlike, Metaphorical, And Poetic Than We Currently Believe--but Just As Irrational As Sympathetic Magic When Looked At In A Typically Scientific Way. I Wouldn't Be Surprised If Poetry--poetry In The Broadest Sense, In The Sense Of A World Filled With Metaphor, Rhyme, And Recurring Patterns, Shapes, And Designs--is How The World Works. The World Isn't Logical, It's A Song.