I Do What I Love To Do,

My Solo Albums Were Each Like A Half-finished Puzzle; They Represented Only The Beginning Of A Full Picture. Simply Put, They Were Inadequate And Incomplete.

I Was Appalled That The San Francisco Ethic Didn't Mushroom And Envelope The Whole World Into This Loving Community Of Acid Freaks. I Was Very Naive.

I Find It Amusing On One Level, Poignant On Another, When People Try To Get Recognition From An Outside Source. It's Sad.

I Do What I Love To Do, What I Choose To Do.

Rock Roll Is Not Obscure, It's Really Easy To Understand. So Is My Painting.