Someone Told Me It's All Happening At

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

I Met My Old Lover On The Street Last Night. She Seemed So Glad To See Me, I Just Smiled. Then We Talked About Some Old Times And We Drank Ourselves Some Beers, Still Crazy After All These Years.

Much Of Songwriting Is Simply A Mystery.

The Record Company Stay Out Of My Way. Whenever The Record Is Finished, They Take It.

There Are Two Sorts Of People In The World: Those Who Listen And Those Who Are Thinking About What They Are Going To Say Next.