You May Be Right, I May Be

When I Was 19, I Made My First Good Week's Pay As A Club Musician. It Was Enough Money For Me To Quit My Job At The Factory And Still Pay The Rent And Buy Some Food. I Freaked.

Artist - Musicians, Painters, Writers, Poets, Always Seem To Have Had The Most Accurate Perception Of What Is Really Going On Around Them, Not The Official Version Or The Popular Perception Of Contemporary Life.

Some Of The Stuff I'm Writing Is Almost Like Hymns, Some Of My First Singing And Choral Experiences Were In Church, The Church Of Christ In Hicksville.

When I First Started I Didn't Know A Lot About The Job, So I Kinda Had To Figure It Out By Wire, Ya Know? It Was Hit And Miss, I Made Mistakes, And Fortunately I Was Able To Recover From Most Of 'em. But I Promised Myself If I Ever Get To A Point Where I Can Help Somebody That's Trying To Learn How To Do This, That I Would Try To Do That.

I've Passed The Age Of Consciousness And Righteous Rage. I Found That Just Surviving Was A Noble Fight.