You Remember The Night That You Left

I'd Like To Have James Brown As My Singer. I Already Have The Best Drummer, Tommy Clufetos. I've Jammed A Bunch With John Entwistle, And It Was Like A Musical Orgy. That Guy Is A Living, Breathing, Grunting Rhythm. For Horns, Let's Go With The Stax/volt Guys, And I'm Going To Have Steve Cropper On Standby Just In Case I Want A Rhythm Guitarist.

The Government Is So Out Of Control. It Is So Bloated And Infested With Fraud And Deceit And Corruption And Abuse Of Power.

Those Original, Black, Spirited, Defiant, Rebellious Musical Masters. Chuck Berry Was One Of The First Masters Of Les Paul's New Electric Guitar; He Pretty Much Laid Down The Gauntlet, And I Don't Think Anybody's Ever Beat Him Since. Way Before The British Invasion, I Was Tuned Into The Black Guys That Created The British Invasion. Without Howlin' Wolf, Muddy Waters, Robert Johnson, Lightnin' Hopkins, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry And The Motown Hits, There Would Be No Beatles.

Like The Average American That I Hang Out With, And Like My Father Before Me, I Raised All My Children To Respect Tools And Use Them Wisely And Safely.

May God Be With You And The Devil Be Crushed Underfoot As You March For Peace On The Skulls Of Our Enemies, For Goodwill, Security, And A Quality Of Life That Comes Only With Democracy