I Get Along With Australians Really Well.

How Memories Lie To Us. How Time Coats The Ordinary With Gold. How It Breaks The Heart To Go Back And Attempt To Re-live Them. How Crushed We Are When We Discover That The Gold Was Merely Gold-plating Thinly Coated Over Lead, Chalk And Peeling Paint.

When I Am In Africa, I Realize I Don't Know Much, Have Not Seen Much, And There's A Lot To Be Done.

I Have Watched Independent Record Stores Evaporate All Over America And Europe. That's Why I Go Into As Many As I Can And Buy Records Whenever Possible. If We Lose The Independent Record Store, We Lose Big. Every Time You Buy Your Records At One Of These Places, It's A Blow To The Empire.

I Forged Myself Out Of A Vacuum. I Crawl Along The Highway On Hacked Off Stumps Year After Year. Some Wonder How And Why. I Never Do.

I Have A Lot Of Compact Discs. I Need Them For Radio Play And Convenience. Many Bands And Artists I Am A Fan Of Don't Always Release Their Work On Vinyl, So I Take What They Feel Like Giving Me.