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I'll Probably Never Produce A Masterpiece, But So What? I Feel I Have A Sound Aborning, Which Is My Own, And That Sound If Erratic Is Still My Greatest Pride, Because I Would Rather Write Like A Dancer Shaking My Ass To Boogaloo Inside My Head, And Perhaps Reach Only Readers Who Like To Use Books To Shake Their Asses, Than To Be Or Write For The Man Cloistered In A Closet Somewhere Reading Aeschylus While This Stupefying World Careens Crazily Past His Waxy Windows Toward Its Last Raving Sooty Feedback Pirouette.

All Blues Singers Are Great Liars.

... The Twin Concepts Of Nihilism And The Antihero Have Had It. What Began With The Wild One And James "nobody Understands Me" Dean, Ran With Increasing Vehement Negativism Up Through The Stones And Velvets And Iggy ... [i]t May Be Time, In Spite Of All Indications To The Contrary From The Exterior Society, To Begin Thinking In Terms Of Heroes Again, Of Love Instead Of Hate, Of Energy Instead Of Violence, Of Strength Instead Of Cruelty, Of Action Instead Of Reaction.

The Thing Is That, They All Had Real Strong Personalities And Real Distinct Identities, And I Don't Find Most Of The Groups That Are Coming Out Now Really Do.

I Don't See That There Are Any Particular Changes In Popular Music.