Music Inflames Temperament.

In The Beginning We Were Creating Our Music, Ourselves, Every Night . . . Starting With A Few Outlines, Maybe A Few Words For A Song. Sometimes We Worked Out In Venice, Looking At The Surf. We Were Together A Lot And It Was Good Times For All Of Us. Acid, Sun, Friends, The Ocean, And Poetry And Music.

[...] My Wild Words Slip Into Fusion And Risk Losing The Solid Ground. So Stranger, Get Wilder Still. Probe The Highlands.

You Live You Die And Death Not Ends It.

I'll Never Wake Up In A Good Mood Again. I'm Tired Of These Stinky Boots

O Great Creator Of Being Grant Us One More Hour To Perform Our Art And Perfect Our Lives.