Curious Is A Good Thing To Be,

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me

Miami's Not Anybody's Poor Cousin. It's An Aspiration To Live In This Town, Not Something You Have To Do To Promote Yourself Like Some Of The Larger Cities.

In 1965, When Great Young White Artists In The English-speaking World Were Successfully Re-channeling Hillbilly And Black Music - You Know Bob Dylan, Ray Davies, Pete Townsend, Keith Richards - They Didn't Get Any Money At First. They Were All Broke.

At University, I Had Been Obsessed With Reading About The Lives Of Rimbaud And Baudelaire, And I Was Steeped In The Crazy Poets, And I Came To View My Early Subjects Through That Prism.

I'd Have A Few On And Off, But The Commitment Was Always More On The Girls' Part Than On Mine, To Be Perfectly Honest. So, I Met A Girl In Tokyo, On My Japanese Tour, With Whom I've Been Living Ever Since, Very Happily. Her Name Is Suchi.