The 2 Things I Like The Most

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me

I Thought, "wow, It Sounds Really Stoned Anyway." It Sounded Good To Me. I Found Out That There Was A Lot In There. What All This Comes Down To Is I Was Just Trying To Get In Touch With Myself. And I Met Some Interesting People In New York Who Weren't In Show Business. I Even Got To Know My Dentist.

Well, It Wasn't Like I Was Going To Run Out And Score Heroin And Score An Ounce Of Coke - But Incidentally, On The Road, I Would Usually Get Tanked Up And As Stoned As I Possibly Could To Go On Stage. And Offstage, It Would Be A Demon That Would Come Up About Twice A Week.

I'm Glad I Am Crazy, It Keeps Me Trying. I Despise Trendies, I Know They're Lying.

In The Morning I'd Write These Essays, Anything That I'd Feel Like Writing, And In The Afternoon, I'd Spend Time With My Guitar. I Had Decided After Listening To My Last Four Or Five Albums That My Biggest Weakness Musically Was Melody. The Reason I Had Been Singing In A Monotone Over The Chord Patterns In My Songs Was That I Never Practiced Doing Melodies.