...everything Looks Worse In Black And White.

Justice Stevens Is One Of Those Who Are Most Sensitive To The Least Powerful In Our Society.

My Voice Is My Improvisational Instrument, The Melody Instrument. The Guitar Is Harmonic Structure. I'm Not A Good Enough Guitarist To Improvise On It.

I Get The News I Need On The Weather Report And I Have Nothing To Do Today But Smile

Kodachrome, It Gives Us Those Nice Bright Colors Gives Us The Greens Of Summers Makes You Think All The World's A Sunny Day, Oh Yeah! I Got A Nikon Camera, I Love To Take A Photograph So Momma, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.

A Man Walks Down The Street. It's A Street In A Strange World. Maybe It's The Third World. Maybe It's His First Time Around. He Doesn't Speak The Language. He Holds No Currency. He Is A Foreign Man. He Is Surrounded By The Sound, Sound Of Cattle In The Marketplace, Scatterlings And Orphanages. He Looks Around, Around He Sees Angels In The Architecture Spinning In Infinity And He Says, "amen" And "hallelujah!