Live Music Is The Cure For What

Every Year, August Lashes Out In Volcanic Fury, Rising With The Din Of Morning Traffic, Its Great Metallic Wings Smashing Against The Ground, Heating The Air With Ever-increasing Intensity.

I Cling To My Memories Of Glorious Desperation.

Live Music Is The Cure For What Ails Ya.

I Was In Pakistan In Islamabad When Bhutto Was Assassinated, And The Next Day, You Know, There's Just Plumes Of Smoke Everywhere. I Mean, Islamabad Is On Fire.

I Feel Close To People Like Jimi Hendrix Because I Connect With His Music. Not The Man But What He Did.