Who Am I Helping, What Am I

My Songs Are Personal Music, They're Not Communal. I Wouldn't Want People Singing Along With Me. It Would Sound Funny. I'm Not Playing Campfire Meetings. I Don't Remember Anyone Singing Along With Elvis, Carl Perkins Or Little Richard.

And I'll Stand On The Ocean Until I Start Sinking.

Her Profession's Her Religion, Her Sin Is Lifelessness.

A Song Is Like A Dream, And You Try To Make It Come True. They're Like Strange Countries That You Have To Enter.

I Think Of Rock 'n' Roll As A Combination Of Country Blues And Swing Band Music, Not Chicago Blues, And Modern Pop.