In a Ramada Inn near the grapevine, they stop to rest for the night. Traveling down south, looking for good times. Visiting old friends feels right.

Link Wray... He was the beginning of Grunge, way before anybody you know.

It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand

When I first tried out some hash, smoked some then. And I'll do it again, if only I had some cash.

Out of the blue and into the black

When I speak out on corporations hurting the common man or the environment or other species, I expect a well-financed disinformation campaign to be aimed my way.

Being a musician enables a person to bend the notes and express things that are inside you, no matter what.