Take The Risk And Do Whatever You

There Are No Words And There Is No Singing, But The Music Has A Voice. It Is An Old Voice And A Deep Voice, Like The Stump Of A Sweet Cigar Or A Shoe With A Hole. It Is A Voice That Has Lived And Lives, With Sorrow And Shame, Ecstasy And Bliss, Joy And Pain, Redemption And Damnation. It Is A Voice With Love And Without Love. I Like The Voice, And Though I Can't Talk To It, I Like The Way It Talks To Me. It Says It Is All The Same, Young Man. Take It And Let It Be.

I Think As An Artist Or A Writer It's Ok To Want To Control Your Own Work.

There Are No Categories In Contemporary Art. There Are No Rules. Artists Are Given The Freedom To Make And Create Whatever They Please And Call It Whatever They Please. I Identify With That System, Or Lack Of System, Much More Than I Do The Landscape Of Contemporary Publishing.

I Look At Pastries And Cakes, Tarts And Pies. My Body Craves Sugar, Always Craves Sugar. Years Of Alcohalism And The High Level Of Sugar In Alcohal Created The Craving, Which I Feed With Candy And Soda.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.