I've Always Believed The New Left Is

If The Main Reason We Listen To Music In The First Place Is To Hear Passion Expressed- As I've Believed All My Life-then What Good Is This Music Going To Prove To Be? What Does That Say About Us? What Are We Confirming In Ourselves By Doting On Art That Is Emotionally Neutral? And, Simultaneously, What In Ourselves Might We Be Destroying Or At Least Keeping Down?

I'm Really Schizophrenic About That, Because On The One Hand I Would Say, Yes There Is, There's Something Inherently, Even Violent About It, It's Wild And Raw And All This.

I Think That If Most Guys In America Could Somehow Get Their Fave-rave Poster Girl In Bed And Have Total License To Do Whatever They Wanted With This Legendary Body For One Afternoon, At Least 75 Percent Of The Guys In The Country Would Elect To Beat Her Up.

All The Proliferating Falsifications Of What I And Everyone I Know Experienced Once In What It Is Now So Convenient To Call The "fifties" Or "sixties," As If Life Was Really Measured Or Lived In Arbitrary Decades, When The History Books Are Sold Like Comix.

I Hate Stanley Clark, But I Have To Admit He's Playing Jazz Whether I Like It Or Not.