In The Hysterical Technocracy Of Modern Music,

You Searched Through All My Poets, From Sappho Through To Auden, I Saw The Book Fall From Your Hands, As You Slowly Died Of Boredom.

I Have To Be Able To See The Thing That's Going On That I'm Writing About, Or Else It Just Doesn't Make Any Sense To Me.

When I’m Singing “deanna,” For Example, Which I Sing Pretty Much Every Night, It Brings Forward A Kind Of Imagined, Romanticized Lie About This Particular Person, Which I Find Really Comforting And Exciting To Sing About.

Rock Music Is The Province Of The Young, And It Should Be Made By Young People. I'm Not Running Around In A Pair Of Spandex Tights Trying To Reclaim My Youth.

If You Look Around, Complacency Is The Great Disease Of Your Autumn Years, And I Work Hard To Prevent That.