The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk.

I Gaze Into The Doorway Of Temptation's Angry Flame And Every Time I Pass That Way I Always Hear My Name

Early On, Before Rock 'n' Roll, I Listened To Big Band Music - Anything That Came Over The Radio - And Music Played By Bands In Hotels That Our Parents Could Dance To. We Had A Big Radio That Looked Like A Jukebox, With A Record Player On The Top. The Radio/record Player Played 78rpm Records. When We Moved To That House, There Was A Record On There, With A Red Label. It Was Bill Monroe, Or Maybe It Was The Stanley Brothers. I'd Never Heard Anything Like That Before. Ever. And It Moved Me Away From All The Conventional Music That I Was Hearing.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

We Have Never Arrived. We Are In A Constant State Of Becoming.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.