Hey man, I gotta straighten my face. This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place.

It's much easier for me to say that, the kind of music I didn't listen to was pretty much that. I mean everything, from jazz to classical to popular. And Tibetan horns were a great part of it in 1966, '67.

Since the departure of good old-fashioned entertainers the re-emergence of somebody who wants to be an entertainer has unfortunately become a synonym for camp. I don't think I'm camper than any other person who felt at home on stage, and felt more at home on stage than he did offstage.

When you are an artist you can turn your hand to anything, in any style. Once you have the tools then all the artforms are the same in the end.

I've never responded well to entrenched negative thinking.

The world that I inhabit in reality is probably very different world than the one people expect that I would be in. It is quite sedate. It's far removed from a lot of what they would feel to be the limousine traveling rock existence, or whatever.

I was studying Tibetan Buddhism when I was quite young, again influenced by Kerouac.