It Was The Year Of The Beatles,

When I Began Making My Own Albums, The Songs Became Funkier. They Were More About The Streets.

Somewhere In A Burst Of Glory / Sound Becomes A Song.

I Stepped Outside To Smoke A J And When I Came Back To The Room, Everybody Just Seemed To Move.

Faith Is An Island In The Setting Sun, But Proof Is The Bottom Line For Everyone.

Mama, Don't Take My Kodachrome Away.