The Winter Has Not Killed Usagain!

First We Take Manhattan, Then We Take Berlin

Do Not Believe The Truth. The Truth Is Tiny Compared To What You Have To Do.

The Candles Burned The Moon Went Down The Polished Hill The Milky Town Transparent, Weightless, Luminous Uncovering The Two Of Us On That Fundamental Ground Where Love's Unwilled, Unleashed, Unbound And Half The Perfect World Is Found.

I Always Felt I Was Scraping The Bottom Of The Barrel Trying To Get A Song Together.

My Son And My Daughter Have Both Been An Incredibly Sustaining Force, Especially Through This Recent Bad Patch [of Health]. So, I've Been Blessed And Grateful For Their Company And For Their Assistance.