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I've Written A Bunch Of Stuff That No One's Ever Heard, And I Don't Know If They Ever Will. I'm Just Doing It For My Own Edification.

I Actually Wrote The Song First As "well, It's 9 O'clock On A Saturday." That Bit. Then I Said, You Know What? It Needs Some Kind Of An Introduction To Kind Of Set The Mood And Set The Flavor. So I Just Played This Kind Of Cocktail Lounge Thing, The Hustle And Bustle Of Waitresses Going By - That Kind Of Thing.

I Started Taking Piano Lessons When I Was About Four Years Old. My Parents Were Both Musicians. So I Took Piano Lessons. I Didn't Like The Lessons Very Much, But I Was Enchanted By Music. Music Always Transported Me Somewhere. Singing Made Feel Good And Being Able To Play The Piano Made Me Feel Good.

I Sold My House To Jerry Seinfeld.

I Work With Musicians Whose Opinions I Respect And If They Don't Like Something They Don't Hold Back. They'll Say, 'that Really Sucks' And 'you've Lost It' And 'you're No Good Anymore.' And I Crawl Away With My Tail Between My Legs And I Fear That Kind Of Ridicule, But I Want Them To Like The Music I'm Bringing To Them.