You Only Have 12 Notes. Do What

Everything Comes To Me While I'm Sitting On The Pot.

Rock Stars Come And Go. Musicians Play Until They Die.

It Makes Me Feel Kind Of Weird, But Obviously The Man Upstairs Gave Me Something And It Touches People, And I'm Just So Blessed.

We're Musicians. We Make Music For A Living. It's That Simple. Nothing Else Matters.

I'm Writing, And Just Doing The Same Thing I Always Do.