I was always laughing in church.

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier

If you record the sound of bacon in a frying pan and play it back, it sounds like the pops and cracks on an old 33 1/3 recording. Almost exactly like that. You could substitute it for that sound.

You almost have to create situations in order to write about them, so I live in a constant state of self-imposed poverty. I don't want to live any other way.

I'm just trying to make a buck like everyone else.

Well, they'll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June.

I used to imagine that making it in music - really making it in music - is if you're an old man going by a schoolyard and you hear children singing your songs, playing jump-rope, or on the swings. That's the ultimate. You're in the culture.