When I See Bacon, I See A

You're Always Looking At Last Year, Or 10 Years Ago, Or Your School Days, Or Your Teenage Years, Your Formative Years. Because That's Exactly What They Are, They're Your Formative Years.

I Love The Past. There Are Parts Of The Past I Hate, Of Course.

Domesticity Is The Enemy Of Art. I Don't Know If That's True. You Can Write Good Happy Songs. So, I Don't Think It's Necessarily Happiness. But I Think Self-satisfaction Is Maybe The Enemy. It's Kind Of Better To Think, "tomorrow Night I'm Gonna Sing It Better." There Is This Forward Effort. It Feels To Me Right, It Feels Human.

Trumpets Are A Bit More Adventurous; They're Drunk! Trumpeters Are Generally Drunk. It Wets Their Whistle.

In The End, The Love You Take Is Equal To The Love You Make.