If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don't show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents, out-learn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.

I don't need to have my convictions confirmed by a show of numbers. However, being among people in front of a band leads me to believe that all is not lost, that humans, now and then, can communicate on a higher level than the political and the practical.

August brings into sharp focus and a furious boil everything I've been listening to in the late spring and summer.

Could it be that violence is as much a part of the American identity as the Constitution, and a vital component to its economic stability?

I have come to regard November as the older, harder man's October. I appreciate the early darkness and cooler temperatures. It puts my mind in a different place than October. It is a month for a quieter, slightly more subdued celebration of summer's death as winter tightens its grip.

No time for drug addiction, no time for smoke or booze. Too strong for a shortened life span, I've got no time to lose.

Human beings should not be reduced to a state to where they almost get into a fight over a small bar of soap.