The End Comes When The Infinites Arrive.

Visions Of Swastikas In My Head, Plans For Everyone. It's In The Whites Of My Eyes.

I Think Every Time I Said, "i'm Working With Nile [rodgers]," The Reaction Was, "oh, Great. I Love 'let's Dance.' " I Think That's Pretty Expected. I'm Not Sure Nile And I Went In Consciously Not To Make "let's Dance." We Just Wanted To Work Together Again.

Look Up Here, I'm In Heaven.

The Truest Form Of Any Form Of Revolutionary Left, Whatever You Want To Call It, Was Jack Kerouac, E.e. Cummings, And Allan Ginsberg's Period. Excuse Me But That Was Where It Was At. The Hippies, I'm Afraid, Don't Know What's Happening.

You Write Down A Paragraph Or Two Describing Several Different Subjects Creating A Kind Of Story Ingredients-list, I Suppose, And Then Cut The Sentences Into Four Or Five-word Sections; Mix Em Up And Reconnect Them. You Can Get Some Pretty Interesting Idea Combinations Like This. You Can Use Them As Is Or, If You Have A Craven Need To Not Lose Control, Bounce Off These Ideas And Write Whole New Sections.