Right Now, Half The World Is Depressed

I Don't Want To Give Too Much Ink To Foolish Men.

I Started Playing The Piano When I Was About Two And Got A Scholarship To The Peabody Conservatory Of Music In Baltimore When I Was Five. But I Left When I Was 11.

The Romantic Myth Of The Artist Says That You Are The Source. I Have No Illusion About That. Native Americans Don't Believe They Are The Source. They Have Access To The Source. Endless Access. But Don't Get Confused.

Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are Burning. So Many Dreams On The Shelf. You Say I Wanted You To Be Proud Of Me. I Always Wanted That Myself.

I Use Innocence In My Demeanor Like A Venus Flytrap.