Time Washes Clean, Love's Wounds Unseen.

We've Got Blue Light, We've Got All This Light Flooding Our Bedrooms And Things Blinking, And You Can't Get A Decent Night's Sleep.

I Never Went To The Beatles' Concerts To Scream. I Never Screamed At Anybody's Show. I Was On My Feet With The Entire, All Of The Crowned Heads Of Motown, And We Were Shrieking Our Guts Out.

The Relentless Touring And Endless Repetition Of The Same Songs Over And Over Again Promoted A Creeping Awareness That My Music Had Begun To Sound Like My Washing Machine.

The Dream World Of Sleep And The Dream World Of Music Are Not Far Apart. I Often Catch Glimpses Of One As I Pass Through A Door To The Other, Like Encountering A Neighbor In The Hallway Going Into The Apartment Next To One’s Own. In The Recording Studio, I Would Often Lie Down To Nap And Wake Up With Harmony Parts Fully Formed In My Mind, Ready To Be Recorded. I Think Of Music As Dreaming In Sound.

What My True Addiction Is Is Reading. I Love To Read. If I'd Get Too Loaded, I Couldn't Remember The Sentence I Just Read.