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My Period As A Young Teenager When You Really Listen To Music So You Can Get Understand A Little Bit More About What The Music Is Was, Say, 1965 To 1968. I Was Just Lucky To Be In Those Times.

In Any Case, Once You're Dealing On A Nonverbal Level, Ambiguity Is Unavoidable. But It's The Ambiguity Of All Art, Of A Fine Piece Of Music Or A Painting - You Don't Need Written Instructions By The Composer Or Painter Accompanying Such Works To 'explain' Them. “explaining” Them Contributes Nothing But A Superficial 'cultural' Value Which Has No Value Except For Critics And Teachers Who Have To Earn A Living.

All Work And No Play Makes Jack A Dull Boy.

God Has A Hard-on For A Marine Because We Kill Everything We See. He Plays His Game, We Play Ours.

Everybody Has Their Black Moments.