If You'll Be My Body Guard, I

I Have My Books And My Poetry To Protect Me

These Are The Days Of Lasers In The Jungle, Staccato Signals Of Constant Information.

I Don't Like Fashion. It's Very Heartless.

I Like Working With Sound; Sound And Rhythm. I Like The Abstract More Than "what Does That Mean?" Nobody Ever Says To You, "why Did You Use A Harmonium?" Or "what Is That Ringing Sound That Occurs Here?" The Questions Are Always "what Does That Song Mean?" Or "what Were You Trying To Say Here?"

Hide It In A Hiding Place Where No One Ever Goes Put It In Your Pantry With Your Cupcakes