You Don't Have To Be Singing About

Telephone Message On His Manager's Answering Machine Shortly Before Dying Of Heroin Overdose: I Need Help Bad, Man.

They've Imitated Me So Good That Sometimes I Hear People Copying My Mistakes

My Own Thing Is In My Head. I Hear Sounds And If I Don't Get Them Together Nobody Else Will.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction...all I'm Writing Is Just What I Feel, That's All. I Just Keep It Almost Naked. And Probably The Words Are So Bland...i Just Hate To Be In One Corner. I Hate To Be Put As Only A Guitar Player, Or Either Only As A Songwriter, Or Only As A Tap Dancer. I Like To Move Around...music Doesn't Lie. If There Is Something To Be Changed In This World, Then It Can Only Happen Through Music.

If I Had Anything To Say I'd Have A Say To Everybody.