They Tied His Arms Behind His Back

The Sickness Of The Mother Runs On Through The Girl, Leaving Her Small And Helpless. Liquor Flies Through Her Brain With The Force Of A Gun, Leaving Her Running In Circles.

Nothing Beats 2 Guitars, Drum And Bass.

I Don't Like The Word Rock Opera, But I'm Trying To Write On That Level That's Reserved For Plays Still, Or Novels.

When I Was In College, I Had A Jazz Radio Show. I Called It 'excursion On A Wobbly Rail,' After A Cecil Taylor Song. I Used To Run Around The Village Following Ornette Coleman Wherever He Played.

It's Depressing When You're Still Around And Your Albums Are Out Of Print.