Don't Wanna Marry Nobody, If They're Already

When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze, Hear The One With The Mustache Say I Can't Find My Knees.

My Big Fear Was That My Guitar Would Go Out Of Tune.

We Have Never Arrived. We Are In A Constant State Of Becoming.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

If You Try To Be Anyone But Yourself, You Will Fail; If You Are Not True To Your Own Heart, You Will Fail. Then Again, There's No Success Like Failure