Music, You Know, True Music Not Just

Sexual Chaos Reigns Currently, But Out Of Chaos May Flow True Understanding And Harmony, And Either Way Elvis Almost Singlehandedly Opened The Floodgates.

All The Proliferating Falsifications Of What I And Everyone I Know Experienced Once In What It Is Now So Convenient To Call The "fifties" Or "sixties," As If Life Was Really Measured Or Lived In Arbitrary Decades, When The History Books Are Sold Like Comix.

Corporations Are Social Organizations, The Theater In Which Men And Women Realize Or Fail To Realize Purposeful And Productive Lives.

What All This Posturing And Fake Glamor Results In Is A Vast Detachment And Cynicism On The Part Of The Artists. Since It's Impossible To Have Respect For An Audience That'll Take Just About Anything You Care To Dish Out, And The Impassive Demeanor Is So Central To The Role, A General Numbnose Is All That Can Be Expected.

(punk Rock Is) Lunging After Some Glimpse Of A New And Better World.