Too Much Of A Good Thing Is

What A Long Strange Trip It's Been.

I Recognize That As A Musician There Is A Certain Chauvinism Attached To It, Which Is The Thing Of, "i Spent My Time Learning How To Play. You Didn't Spend Time Learning How To Play, Therefore, You Are Not A Musician."

I Sat Down To My Supper, Twas A Bottle Of Red Whiskey.

I'm Goin' Where The Wind Don't Blow So Strange, Maybe Off On Some High Cold Mountain Chain.

I Equate Deadheads To People That Like Black Licorice. There Aren't Many People That Like Black Licorice, But The Ones That Do, Really Really Like It! Or Buttermilk, Or Whatever.