The Wise Musicians Are Those Who Play

My Mother Told Me I Was Blessed, And I Have Always Taken Her Word For It. Being Born Of - Or Reincarnated From - Royalty Is Nothing Like Being Blessed. Royalty Is Inherited From Another Human Being; Blessedness Comes From God.

How Can Anyone Expect To Be Understood Unless He Presents His Thoughts With Complete Honesty? This Situation Is Unfair Because It Asks Too Much Of The World. In Effect, We Say, ' I Don't Dare Show You What I Am Because I Don't Trust You For A Minute But Please Love Me Anyway Because I So Need You To. And, Of Course, If You Don't Love Me Anyway, You're A Dirty Dog, Just As I Suspected, So I Was Right In The First Place.' Yet, Every Time God's Children Have Thrown Away Fear In Pursuit Of Honesty-trying To Communicate Themselves, Understood Or Not, Miracles Have Happened.

Roaming Through The Jungle Of "ohs" And "ahs", Searching For A More Agreeable Noise, I Live A Life Of Primitivity With The Mind Of A Child And An Unquenchable Thirst For Sharps And Flats.

Everybody In Canada Seemed To Listen To What They Enjoyed, And Nobody Could Tell Them What To Like, Or What Was The Popular, Or What Was The In Thing. Even Today, It Is Very Hard To Brainwash A Canadian.

Playing 'bop' Is Like Playing Scrabble With All The Vowels Missing.