The Ultimate Sin Of Any Performer Is

(punk Rock Is) Lunging After Some Glimpse Of A New And Better World.

They Wouldn't Be Heroes If They Were Infallible, In Fact They Wouldn't Be Heroes If They Weren't Miserable Wretched Dogs, The Pariahs Of The Earth, Besides Which The Only Reason To Build Up An Idol Is To Tear It Down Again.

All Blues Singers Are Great Liars.

The Ultimate Sin Of Any Performer Is Contempt For The Audience.

I Hate Stanley Clark, But I Have To Admit He's Playing Jazz Whether I Like It Or Not.