I Like Crazy People, Especially Those Who

I Nearly Die Of Fear Before I Go On Stage. Something Wicked. I Can't Eat A Thing The Day Before A Gig.

Maybe I'm A Prehistoric Monster By Being An Individual. It's Highly Likely. All I Offer To Others Is Their Own Individuality. Grab It!

It's Volatile, The Marriage. Which One Isn't? Nothing Better Than A Good, Full-on Row. Get It All Out. Say Rude And Nasty Things. And Then Be Sorry. Genuinely Sorry, Afterwards.

I Somehow Hope - Naïve Though I May Be, Utopian, Possibly - That My Music Has Some Kind Of Calming Effect On The Universe, That It's Somehow Beneficial To People.

I Keep Falling Off The Edge Of The Stage Because I Can't See It. I Can't See My Wrinkles In The Mirror Either, Though.