I Have Trouble Imagining What I Could

We're On A Road To Nowhere, Come On Inside. Takin' That Ride To Nowhere, We'll Take That Ride. I'm Feelin' Okay This Mornin', And You Know, We're On The Road To Paradise, Here We Go, Here We Go.

Creative Work Is More Accurately A Machine That Digs Down And Finds Stuff, Emotional Stuff That Will Someday Be Raw Material That Can Be Used To Produce More Stuff, Stuff Like Itself - Clay To Be Available For Future Use.

There's Still A Feeling That Uncensored Emotions Make A Good Song. They Don't. Pure Emotion Is Just Somebody Screaming At You, Or Crying. It Doesn't Communicate Anything.

The More You Know, The More You Know You Don't Know And The More You Know That You Don't Know.

I Resent The Implication That I'm Less Of A Musician And A Worse Person For Not Appreciating Certain Works.