Acid, booze, and ass, needles, guns, and grass, lots of laughs.

I see the entire world as Eden, and every time you take an inch of it away, you must do so with respect.

We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.

Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.

I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?

Fear is like the wilderland - Stepping stones or sinking sand

I hang my laundry on the line when I write.