One Summer I Remember, I Got Exposed

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

I Know There Will Be No More Tears In Heaven.

It Was Stumbling On To Really The Bible Of The Blues, You Know, And A Very Powerful Drug To Be Introduced To Us And I Absorbed It Totally, And It Changed My Complete Outlook On Music.

From The Beginning, I Knew Intuitively That If Nothing Else, Music Was Safe, And That Nobody Could Tell Me Anything About It. Music Didn't Need A Middleman, Whereas All The Other Things In School Needed Some Kind Of Explanation.

I Don't Know If I Believe In Luck. I Think I'm Very Fortunate.