What A Long Strange Trip It's Been.

I Equate Deadheads To People That Like Black Licorice. There Aren't Many People That Like Black Licorice, But The Ones That Do, Really Really Like It! Or Buttermilk, Or Whatever.

I Think Part Of What Has To Happen, Somewhere, Pretty Soon, Is That A Human Template Has To Come Up. We Have To Start With, Ok Let's Throw Out All This Other Stuff, Everything We Have Thought About It Before, Throw Out All Our Models, And Start With A Human. What Is A Human?

I'm Shopping Around For Something To Do That No One Will Like.

The Nature Of What We're Doing Is Something, Which Is By Its Very Nature, Is Non-formulaic. There's No Way That You Can Make It Happen By Intention Alone. It's Something That You Have To Sort Of Allow It To Happen, And You Have To Allow For It To Happen.

Music Is A Universal Language Insofar As You Don't Need To Know Anything Else About A Musician That You Are Playing With Other Than That They Can Play Music. It Doesn't Matter What Their Music Is, You Can Find Something That You Can Play Together, With What Their Culture Is. The Dialect Part Of It Comes Into Play, But Nothing Like The Differentiation That Language Sets Up, For Example.