That's The One For My Tombstone... Here

Do I Wear A Helmet? Ugh. I Do When I'm Riding Through A Precarious Part Of Town, Meaning Midtown Traffic. But When I'm Riding On Secure Protected Lanes Or On The Paths That Run Along The Hudson Or Through Central Park - No, I Don't Wear The Dreaded Helmet Then.

As Music Becomes Less Of A Thing--a Cylinder, A Cassette, A Disc--and More Ephemeral, Perhaps We Will Begin To Assign An Increasing Value To Live Performances Again.

Suburban Houses And Tin Sheds Are Often The Objects Of Ridicule.

We're On A Road To Nowhere, Come On Inside. Takin' That Ride To Nowhere, We'll Take That Ride. I'm Feelin' Okay This Mornin', And You Know, We're On The Road To Paradise, Here We Go, Here We Go.

I've Been Asking Myself: 'why Put Together These Things - Cds, Albums?' The Answer I Came Up With Is, Well, Sometimes It's Artistically Viable. It's Not Just A Random Collection Of Songs. Sometimes The Songs Have A Common Thread, Even If It's Not Obvious Or Even Conscious On The Artists' Part.