I saw a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand

Here's a story that I really want to tell about Bo Diddley at the OK corral.

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

People write because it seems like it'll be an easier job than carpet laying, that they might meet more girls. And they write because the world strikes them as being a marvelous place, and they want to keep bringing that to everybody's attention. You know ~ a scary place, a menacing place, an exciting place because it's scary and menacing. But mainly, kind of glorious.

Everywhere I go, I have my little Steinberger, and I like it very well.

Glenn Gould was my hero. Glenn Gould was my idol. I loved him.

Can't you just imagine digging up the King, begging him to sing about those heavenly mansions Jesus mentioned.