If Guns Cause Crime, All Of Mine

I Stop And Think What They Call "punk Rock" Today...give Me A Break! Let Me Know When They Can Walk In The Vapor Trail Of Little Richard, Which Was Punk. You've Got A Gay Black Guy With A Pompadour Singing About Tutti Frutti With Your White Girl. Fuck You.

Practice, Practice, Practice. Practice Until You Get A Guitar Welt On Your Chest...if It Makes You Feel Good, Don't Stop Until You See The Blood From Your Fingers. Then You'll Know You're On To Something!

It Grabs Me, But Not As Much As It Grabs Some Of The Other People That Rave About Them. With The Black Keys, I'm Missing Crescendos With The Sax, Keyboard Or Guitar Solo. It Never Comes To Me. All My Favorite Music Is Rife With Crescendo And I'm Not Hearing Enough With Them. If You Can Get The Black Keys To Hear This, Tell Them I Offer My Crescendo Guitar Anytime They Desire It.

To My Mind It Is Wholly Irresponsible To Go Into The World Incapable Of Preventing Violence, Injury, Crime, And Death. How Feeble Is The Mindset To Accept Defenselessness. How Unnatural. How Cheap. How Cowardly. How Pathetic.

I Am A Very, Very Fortunate And Blessed Guitar Player To Always Be Surrounded By Musical Monsters, So My Life Has Been A Nonstop Jam Session. I Crave The Musical Adventure Of Sonic Creativity And Am Powerfully Inspired Everytime I Grab A Guitar.