I Can't Play Long Solos Anymore Without

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

Given The Choice Between Accomplishing Something And Just Lying Around, I'd Rather Lie Around. No Contest.

Loose Ladies On The Road Will Drive You Crazy, Every No, Becomes A Maybe.

I've Always Wanted The Sound Of Muddy Waters' Early Records - Only Louder

It Is Painful To Relive Things That Have Caused Emotional Crises Or Whatever And Find Ways To Express That Musically.