In 1965, When Great Young White Artists

Well, After Zombie Birdhouse Came Out, I Toured Behind It In The Fall Of 1982, Into The Spring, And In The Summer In The Far East. At That Time, I Found My Work Self-referential; It Was Getting To Be Rock Songs About A Rock Singer Who Lived A Rock Life On The Rock Road, And I Was Starting To Wonder What I Would Be Like To Rent My Own Apartment, What It Would Be Like To Have A Checkbook.

My Mom Was A Saint. She Taught Me To Be Terminally Nice.

I Feel A Great Comfort And Relief Knowing That There Are Others Who Lived And Died And Thought And Fought So Long Ago; I Feel Less Tyrannized By The Present Day.

I Like Semi-torn-down Places Where I Could Get Nestled In And Get Something Done Without Anyone Bothering Me.

Something I Like To Do A Lot Is Just Sit By Water When There’s A Current And Just Stare Into The Water. I Don’t Fish, I Don’t Hunt, I Don’t Scuba, I Don’t Spear, Don’t Boat, Don’t Play Basketball Or Football – I Excel At Staring Into Space. I’m Really Good At That.