Remember When You're Out There Trying To

Someone Handed Me Mexico City Blues In St. Paul [minnesota] In 1959 And It Blew My Mind. It Was The First Poetry That Spoke My Own Language.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.

I Was Just Too Stubborn To Ever Be Governed By Enforced Insanity.

We're Constantly Being Bombarded By Insulting And Humiliating Music, Which People Are Making For You The Way They Make Those Wonder Bread Products. Just As Food Can Be Bad For Your System, Music Can Be Bad For Your Spiritual And Emotional Feelings. It Might Taste Good Or Clever, But In The Long Run, It's Not Going To Do Anything For You.

Folk Music Is A Bunch Of Fat People.