Van Gogh Was Impulsive.

The Blue Album, There’s Hardly A Dishonest Note In The Vocals. At That Period Of My Life, I Had No Personal Defenses. I Felt Like A Cellophane Wrapper On A Pack Of Cigarettes. I Felt Like I Had Absolutely No Secrets From The World And I Couldn’t Pretend In My Life To Be Strong. Or To Be Happy. But The Advantage Of It In The Music Was That There Were No Defenses There, Either.

For The First Time In My Career, I'm Working In A Fine-arts Arena, So I'm Finally Getting Some Intelligent Reviews.

We'll Laugh And Toast To Nothing, And Smash Our Empty Glasses Down.

I Got In Before Soho Was Soho. It Was Just Little Italy When I Was In There. It's Still Off The Touristy Track. It's Just Away From The Saturday Action, The Crowds And Everything. It's Too Expensive. It's Insane. You've Got To Be A Billionaire To Live On Manhattan Now.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.