I Feel Pain Everyday Of My Life.

Never Once Have I Thought That Social Security Would Be Something That Would Ever Be Available To Me.

I Don't Want To Go With The Smooth Skin And The Calm Brow. I Hope I End Up A Blithering Idiot Cursing The Sun - Hallucinating, Screaming, Giving Obscene And Inane Lectures On Street Corners And Public Parks.

I Don't Need To Have My Convictions Confirmed By A Show Of Numbers. However, Being Among People In Front Of A Band Leads Me To Believe That All Is Not Lost, That Humans, Now And Then, Can Communicate On A Higher Level Than The Political And The Practical.

Every Year, August Lashes Out In Volcanic Fury, Rising With The Din Of Morning Traffic, Its Great Metallic Wings Smashing Against The Ground, Heating The Air With Ever-increasing Intensity.

If You Are A Musician Who Has Released Albums, It Would Perhaps Be Morbidly Interesting To Know How Much You Would Be Owed If Everyone Who Now Has Your Music Had Actually Bought Your Record.