I Ask For So Little.just Fear Me,

I've Never Responded Well To Entrenched Negative Thinking.

I Kind Of Miss That "becoming" Stage, As Most Times You Really Don't Know What's Around The Corner. Now, Of Course, I've Kind Of Knocked On The Door And Heard A Muffled Answer. Nevertheless, I Still Don't Know What The Voice Is Saying, Or Even What Language It's In.

Elvis Is English, And Climbs The Hills. Can't Tell The Bullshit From The Lies.

It's Much Easier For Me To Say That, The Kind Of Music I Didn't Listen To Was Pretty Much That. I Mean Everything, From Jazz To Classical To Popular. And Tibetan Horns Were A Great Part Of It In 1966, '67.

Songwriting As An Art Is A Bit Archaic Now. Just Writing A Song Is Not Good Enough.