There was this long lovely dancer in a little club downtown, love to watch her do her stuff.

When you have kids, you start thinking about their future and you forget about yours.

He spent all night staring down at the lights on L.A., wondering if he ever could go home.

Later in the evening when you lie awake in bed with the echoes from the amplifiers ringing in your head.

Tell them we'll be dancing, dancing 'til we drop, it's time to get down and do the Horizontal Bop.

Like a rock, standing arrow straight. Like a rock, charging from the gate.

I write probably 80 percent of my stuff over the winter.