Never Met A Wise Man, If So

Holding Frances In My Arms Is The Best Drug In The World.

I'd Like To Live Off The Band, But If Not, I'll Just Retire To Mexico Or Yugoslavia With A Few Hundred Dollars, Grow Potatoes, And Learn The History Of Rock Through Back Issues Of Creem Magazine.

I Write Poems For Myself And I Write Poetry That Gets Torn Apart And Becomes Songs. I Have A Lot Of Respect For Words, The Power Of Words.

Wanting To Be Someone Else Is A Waste Of Who You Are

What People Don't Realize Is That The So-called Seattle Grunge Scene Grew Out Of Several Close-knit Gourmet Supper Clubs - We Would Only Pick Up Guitars To Pass The Time While Our Dishes Were Simmering, Baking, Boiling, Etc.