Sometimes I Think Nothing Is Simple But

John Lennon At His Best Despised Cheap Sentiment And Had To Learn The Hard Way That Once You've Made Your Mark On History Those Who Can't Will Be So Grateful They'll Turn It Into A Cage For You.

Look At It This Way: There Are Many Here Among Us For Whom The Life Force Is Best Represented By The Livid Twitching Of One Tortured Nerve, Or Even A Full-scale Anxiety Attack. I Do Not Subscribe To This Point Of View 100 Percent, But I Understand It, Have Lived It. Thus The Shriek, The Caterwaul, The Chainsaw Gnarlgnashing, The Yowl And The Whizz That Decapitates May Be Reheard By The Adventurous Or Emotionally Damaged As Mellifluous Bursts Of Unarguable Affirmation.

If The Main Reason We Listen To Music In The First Place Is To Hear Passion Expressed- As I've Believed All My Life-then What Good Is This Music Going To Prove To Be? What Does That Say About Us? What Are We Confirming In Ourselves By Doting On Art That Is Emotionally Neutral? And, Simultaneously, What In Ourselves Might We Be Destroying Or At Least Keeping Down?

Style Is Originality; Fashion Is Fascism. The Two Are Eternally And Unalterably Opposed.

The Extravagant And Ostentatious Lifestyles That Pass For Charisma In A Time When Almost Anybody Talks About Charisma But If You Think About It There's Precious Little To Be Seen.