The universe is permeated with the odor of turpentine!
No, in 1968 I still wanted to be a Pop Star, and be about the music. Now, I want to be just about the music.
Every country has it trade offs.
Yes, I am a good singer.
I never listen to music in the house, I listen to music in the car.
Where there is clarity, there is no choice. And where there is choice, there is misery. But then, why should I speak, since I know nothing?