We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

I Started Writing Songs After I Heard Hank Williams.

Wiggle 'til You're High, Wiggle 'til You're Higher, Wiggle 'til You Vomit Fire.

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.