I've Never Had My Hair Cut By

I Don't Know If People In New York Recognize Me Or Not. I'm Not Really Conscious Of It. If Somebody Stops Me, Then I Suddenly Realize That People Are Looking At Me, But Other Times They May Be Doing It And I Don't Even Know Because I'm Engrossed In Something Else.

Yes, I've Been Trepanned. That's Quite An Interesting Experience, Especially For My Brain Surgeon, Who Saw My Thoughts Flying Around In My Brain.

You Don't Find A Style. A Style Finds You

A Gut-string Classical Spanish Guitar, A Sweet, Lovely Little Lady. The Smell Of It. Even Now, To Open A Guitar Case, When It's An Old Wooden Guitar, I Could Crawl In And Close The Lid.

There's Just Certain Styles Of Playing That You Do Play In Your Own Way. Maybe It's In The Way Your Fingers Bend, For All I Know. And So Whenever You Pick Up The Guitar It's Not So Much The Sound Of The Instrument Itself, It's Like The Ting That You Add Onto It-the Attitude.