Blessed Are The Sat Upon, Spat Upon,

There Are Two Sorts Of People In The World: Those Who Listen And Those Who Are Thinking About What They Are Going To Say Next.

I Like Working With Sound; Sound And Rhythm. I Like The Abstract More Than "what Does That Mean?" Nobody Ever Says To You, "why Did You Use A Harmonium?" Or "what Is That Ringing Sound That Occurs Here?" The Questions Are Always "what Does That Song Mean?" Or "what Were You Trying To Say Here?"

I Rate Each Album As Better Than The Last One. That's How I See It.

Just Slip Out The Back, Jack, Make A New Plan, Stan, You Don't Need To Be Coy, Roy, Just Get Yourself Free. Hop On The Bus, Gus, You Don't Need To Discuss Much, Just Drop Off The Key, Lee, And Get Yourself Free.

I Regret The Ending Of Our Friendship And Hope One Day Before We Die, We'll Make Peace With Each Other . . . No Rush.