The Japanese Are Hard To Figure Out.

For Me, The Lame Part Of The Sixties Was The Political Part, The Social Part. The Real Part Was The Spiritual Part.

You Can't Repeat Things Because Each Time Is Different. The Universe Has Changed. Everything Has Changed.

The World That You Can Go Walk Outside And Walk Around The Block. That's Reality. The Reality That's Being Talked About Is Something Else Entirely.

Kerouac Was A Breeze, Some Kind Of Incredible Super-american, Mythos Personality Blasting Through The Highways Of 1947 America.

I Don't Know Why, It's The Same Reason Why You Like Some Music And You Don't Like Others. There's Something About It That You Like. Ultimately I Don't Find It's In My Best Interests To Try And Analyze It, Since It's Fundamentally Emotional.