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Breakdowns Come, And Breakdowns Go.

My Voice Is My Improvisational Instrument, The Melody Instrument. The Guitar Is Harmonic Structure. I'm Not A Good Enough Guitarist To Improvise On It.

As Soon As Your Mind Knows That It's On And It's Supposed To Produce Some Lines, Either It Doesn't Or It Produces Things That Are Very Predictable. And That's Why I Say I'm Not Interested In Writing Something That I Thought About. I'm Interested In Discovering Where My Mind Wants To Go, Or What Object It Wants To Pick Up.

Medicine Is Magical And Magical Is Art, The Boy In The Bubble, And The Baby With The Baboon Heart.

People Talking Without Speaking,/ People Listening Without Hearing...sounds Of Silence.