Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

Jay Ashby Is Simply A Great Musician!

I Don't Know What I'm Going To Write When I Begin To Write. It Feels Like You Are Walking Down A Path, But You Can't See Around The Bend And You Don't Know Where You Are Going To Go, Which Is Fun.

I Regret The Ending Of Our Friendship And Hope One Day Before We Die, We'll Make Peace With Each Other . . . No Rush.