You know when you throw a party, you think people will show up and no one will like each other. It's like that with music - parts of your musical psyche have never met other parts. You wonder if you should get them together.
Presley's what I go by, why don't you change the station.
There's no prayer like desire.
...and I'm standing on the corner of Fifth and Vermouth.
Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.
It's hard to play with a bagpipe player. It's like an exotic bird. I love the sound, it's like strangling a goose.