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Bend Like The Willow, Winds Gonna Blow You Hard And Cold Tonight. Life As It Happens, Nobody Warns You, Willow Hold On Tight.

Painting Is Similar To Music. You Get A Couple Or Words Or Notes Or Chords That Excite You, And You Just Follow Them And Add A Bit More And See Where It Takes You. That's The Thrill For Me. It Still Is A Thrill, Which Is Amazing After All This Time.

My Dad Was A Particularly Polite Kind Of Guy, Very Courteous.

Someone Like John Would Want To End The Beatle Period And Start The Yoko Period. He Wouldn't Like Either To Interfere With The Other.

I Think People Who Create And Write, It Actually Does Flow-just Flows From Into Their Head, Into Their Hand, And They Write It Down. It's Simple.