Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.

Playing the drums hurts my back.

The government bugged the men's room in the local disco lounge.

Mick Jagger can't even make a successful solo album, and the Stones are the biggest rock group that ever was.

What are these voices outside love's open door, make us throw off our contentment, and beg for something more?

I have a certain pool of subject matter that I like to write about, things that interest me: politics, religion, ecology, and relationships between men and women. And that's usually what I focus on.

Armchair warriors often fail - and we've been poisoned by these fairy tales