You Can Call Me A Fat, Balding,

After Claws And Feathers, He Took Skin And Bone, Shaped It Like An Hour Glass And Made The Angels Moan.

They [sic] Ain't Gonna Stop Me From Coming Here, Baby.

I Think That's The Graveyard Of Musicians, Playing Cabaret. I Think I'd Rather Be Dead Than Work In Cabaret. It's Just So Depressing.

People With Hiv Are Still Stigmatized. The Infection Rates Are Going Up. People Are Dying. The Political Response Is Appalling. The Sadness Of It, The Waste.

If You Write Great Songs With Meaning And Emotion, They Will Last For Ever Because Songs Are The Key To Everything.