I don't intend to be a performing flea any more. I was the dreamweaver, but although I'll be around I don't intend to be running at 20,000 miles an hour trying to prove myself. I don't want to die at 40.
It made me high. It really did.
I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me.
Music touching my soul, the spirit dance was unfolding.
It's Wierd not to be Wierd.
I put things down on sheets of paper and stuff them in my pockets. When I have enough, I have a book.