The Ultimate Sin Of Any Performer Is

All The Proliferating Falsifications Of What I And Everyone I Know Experienced Once In What It Is Now So Convenient To Call The "fifties" Or "sixties," As If Life Was Really Measured Or Lived In Arbitrary Decades, When The History Books Are Sold Like Comix.

In Fact I Think Now We've Reached A Point Now, Where The Powers That Be Really Have Sort Of Vested Interest In All Of Us Being Stoned Out As Much As Possible All The Time So We Don't Know What's Going On, And We Don't Care.

Or Like In The Early 70's When We Had The Reaction Against Acid Rock And All The Fuzz Tone, And Feedback, And The Noise. And You Had James Taylor And Everyone Went Acoustic And That.

Sometimes I Think Nothing Is Simple But The Feeling Of Pain.

... The Twin Concepts Of Nihilism And The Antihero Have Had It. What Began With The Wild One And James "nobody Understands Me" Dean, Ran With Increasing Vehement Negativism Up Through The Stones And Velvets And Iggy ... [i]t May Be Time, In Spite Of All Indications To The Contrary From The Exterior Society, To Begin Thinking In Terms Of Heroes Again, Of Love Instead Of Hate, Of Energy Instead Of Violence, Of Strength Instead Of Cruelty, Of Action Instead Of Reaction.