The wisdom that living brings, since I got a telegram from the God of simple things.
There is not wrong, there is no right, and I will sleep very well tonight.
What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.
I try to write conversationally; I try to write like people speak and put the emphasis on the right syllable.
I could have played more complex stuff. I could have been a busier player. But that's not what I wanted to do. I played what I wanted to play.