Though You Can See When You're Wrong,

Critics Have Said I Write Without Spontaneity, In Cold Blood. I Don't. I Write In Hot Blood.

Most People You'd Tell "i'm Gonna Be A Musician," They'd Say, "you're Crazy, You're Gonna Starve, You're Gonna Be Poor, A Drug Addict, Go To Jail, You'll Never Make It, There's Too Much Competition, It's A Terrible Business," Etc. But My Chorus Teacher In High School Said, "you've Got What It Takes To Be A Really Good Professional Musician, You Should Consider It." That Was An Epiphany For Me. So I Thought, Well, Maybe I Can Help Somebody, Too.

I'm Sure You Have Some Cosmic Rationale, But Here You Are With Your Faith And Your Peter Pan Advice.

No Matter What Culture You're From, Everyone Loves Music.

From A Town Known As Wheeling, West Virginia Rode A Boy With A Six-gun In His Hand And His Daring Life Of Crime Made Him A Legend In His Time East And West Of The Rio Grande. Well, He Started With A Bank In Colorado In The Pocket Of His Vest A Colt He Hid. And His Age And His Size Took The Teller By Surprise, And The Word Spread Of Billy The Kid.