Into The Woods--you Have To Grope, But

White. A Blank Page Or Canvas. So Many Possibilities.

Can't We Just Pursue Our Lives With Our Children And Our Wives Till That Happy Day Arrives How Do You Ignore All The Witches All The Curses All The Wolves, All The Lies The False Hopes, The Goodbyes . . .

The Truth Is That I Don't Like Rehearsals. I Get Embarrassed Hearing My Own Work. I Assume That The Cast Is Embarrassed To Sing The Stuff.

If I Cannot Fly, Let Me Sing.

Lyrics Have To Be Underwritten. That's Why Poets Generally Make Poor Lyric Writers Because The Language Is Too Rich. You Get Drowned In It.