No One But Me Can Save Myself

Most Of My Guitars Have Been Instruments That Look Cool. I'm Not Picky. I Never Think, 'oh, This Neck Isn't Made Of Ebony,' Or, 'these Strings Don't Feel Correct.' It Doesn't Matter Too Much.

Music Was The Voice I Didn't Have.

As Far As Artists And Musicians, They Don't Retire. They Might Tour Less.

A Lot Of Modern Amps And Preamps Sound Great When You're Jamming By Yourself, But Don't Hold Up In A Band Situation. The Sound Isn't Dense Enough, And The Lows And Highs Tend To Get Soaked Up By The Bass And Cymbals.

All That Is, Was, And Will Be. Universe Much Too Big To See. Time And Space Never Ending, Disturbing Thoughts, Questions Pending. Limitations Of Human Understanding. Too Quick To Criticize, Obligation To Survive, We Hunger To Be Alive. All That Is, Ever, Ever Was, Will Be Ever Twisting, Turning, Through The Never. In The Dark, See Past Our Eyes. Pursuit Of Truth, No Matter Where It Lies. Gazing Up To The Breeze Of The Heavens, On A Quest, Meaning, Reason. Come To Be, How It Begun. All Alone In The Family Of The Sun, Curiosity Teasing Everyone. On Our Home, Third Stone From The Sun.