Personally I Feel That Real Rock 'n'

I Hate Stanley Clark, But I Have To Admit He's Playing Jazz Whether I Like It Or Not.

Look At It This Way: There Are Many Here Among Us For Whom The Life Force Is Best Represented By The Livid Twitching Of One Tortured Nerve, Or Even A Full-scale Anxiety Attack. I Do Not Subscribe To This Point Of View 100 Percent, But I Understand It, Have Lived It. Thus The Shriek, The Caterwaul, The Chainsaw Gnarlgnashing, The Yowl And The Whizz That Decapitates May Be Reheard By The Adventurous Or Emotionally Damaged As Mellifluous Bursts Of Unarguable Affirmation.

I've Always Believed The New Left Is Rank.

If The Main Reason We Listen To Music In The First Place Is To Hear Passion Expressed- As I've Believed All My Life-then What Good Is This Music Going To Prove To Be? What Does That Say About Us? What Are We Confirming In Ourselves By Doting On Art That Is Emotionally Neutral? And, Simultaneously, What In Ourselves Might We Be Destroying Or At Least Keeping Down?

I Can Guarantee You One Thing, We Will Never Agree On Anything As We Agreed On Elvis.