Oh Yes, You Can Kick Me And

I Can't Believe I'm 29. Where Did The Years Go? Why Did The Years Go?

Jesus Made Me, So He Should Save Me From Pity, Sympathy And Idiots Discussing Me.

It Was Probably Nothing, But It Felt Like The World.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...

I Don't Want To Get Too Involved In Marketing Budgets, Online Promotions And Download Set-ups Because It Would Be A Bit Like Gertrude Stein Mapping Out A Tv Campaign. I Want To Sing. I Want Visibility. I Am Essentially Al Martino, Not Seymour Stein.