New York Has Inspired More Remarkable Music

Look Not Too Long In The Face Of The Fire, O Man! Never Dream With Thy Hand On The Helm! Turn Not Thy Back To The Compass; Accept The First Hint Of The Hitching Tiller; Believe Not The Artificial Fire, When Its Redness Makes All Things Look Ghastly. To-morrow, In The Natural Sun, The Skies Will Be Bright; Those Who Glared Like Devils In The Forking Flames, The Morn Will Show In Far Other, At Least Gentler, Relief; The Glorious, Golden, Glad Sun, The Only True Lamp—all Others But Liars!

It's Sometimes Too Easy To Point Fingers When Circumstances Dramatically Go Awry, But As An Addict, I'm Ultimately Responsible For My Own Decisions, No Matter How Benign Or Tragic The Consequences.

There Are So Many Musicians, Friends Of Mine, Who Play Shows For Ten People A Night, Or Always Desperately Wanted A Record Contract. So Even If Every Person On The Planet Loathes Me, I Have Nothing To Complain About. My Job Is Not A Bad Job, So I Can't Complain.

I Truly Don't Judge Other People's Actions. But I Think That Factory Farming Is An Abomination.

I Used To Have A Lot Of Envy For Those Musicians Who Have Been Universally Loved.