The Rock Star Is Dying. And It's

Music Is Storming, Driving, Relentless, Devotional, Slinky, Subtle, Heartbreakingly-beautiful Sounds That, Lyrically, Switch From The Cynical To The Sanguine, The Defeated To The Defiant, Dealing In Love, War, Beauty, Children, Romance, Rejection, Pethedine, Poetry, Panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, Cold Potatoes, Too-much-money, Not Enough Money, Writer’s Block, Flowers, Animals And More Flowers. But Maybe I’m Projecting Here.

I Suspect The Older You Get The More Invisible You Become.

No Wonder Sorrow Doesn’t Smile Much. No Wonder Sadness Is So Sad.

Into The Mercy Seat I Climb My Head Is Shaved, My Head Is Wired And Like A Moth That Tries To Enter The Bright Eye I Go Shuffling Out Of Life Just To Hide In Death Awhile And Anyway I Never Lied.

The Band Is A Living, Breathing Thing. It Grows In The Same Way We Do As Human Beings And If It Doesn't, It Dies. It's Important To Feed The Organism, And One Way Of Doing That Is To Set Musical Challenges That Keep It Alive.