The Extravagant And Ostentatious Lifestyles That Pass

The Ultimate Sin Of Any Performer Is Contempt For The Audience.

I'll Probably Never Produce A Masterpiece, But So What? I Feel I Have A Sound Aborning, Which Is My Own, And That Sound If Erratic Is Still My Greatest Pride, Because I Would Rather Write Like A Dancer Shaking My Ass To Boogaloo Inside My Head, And Perhaps Reach Only Readers Who Like To Use Books To Shake Their Asses, Than To Be Or Write For The Man Cloistered In A Closet Somewhere Reading Aeschylus While This Stupefying World Careens Crazily Past His Waxy Windows Toward Its Last Raving Sooty Feedback Pirouette.

What All This Posturing And Fake Glamor Results In Is A Vast Detachment And Cynicism On The Part Of The Artists. Since It's Impossible To Have Respect For An Audience That'll Take Just About Anything You Care To Dish Out, And The Impassive Demeanor Is So Central To The Role, A General Numbnose Is All That Can Be Expected.

I Don't See That There Are Any Particular Changes In Popular Music.

The Whole Point Of American Culture Is To Pick Up Any Old Piece Of Trash And Make It Shine With More Facets Than The Hope Diamond.