Somebody Else Is Satisfied By Five Bentleys.

Every Band I Knew Or Played With Had Flyers And Properly-recorded Demos And Contacts; I Couldn't Even Get A Gig.

Every Time You Go In, It's Like Starting Over. You Don't Know How You Did The Other Records. You're Learning All Over. It's Some Weird Musician Amnesia, Or Maybe The Road Wipes It Out.

Art Is The Child Of Nature; Yes, Her Darling Child, In Whom We Trace The Features Of The Mother's Face, Her Aspect And Her Attitude.

You Can't Please Everybody, Man.

You Just Want To Go Back To Those 70s Albums. Even A Lot Of The 90s Indie Records Were Still Done On Tape, And You Hear The Difference.