By many peoples' standards, my playing is very primitive but by punk standards, I'm a virtuoso.

I think Blank Generation holds up pretty well. You listen to that with headphones and there's a lot going on there with the guitars- it's the product of a lot of fighting.

It was just like Howlin' Wolf. Once you arrive at the point that you understand it, the emotional factor is darker than some of the saddest blues stuff.

I never really followed grunge.

By then I was in Brooklyn and drank my way through that summer. I stopped when I got sick of that and got a job at the Strand bookstore, which was a little better than the tax job.

Reading music is something that's inherently hateful to me. It makes music like mathematics.

Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.

I was coerced into taking piano lessons in the early '50s. It was a quite unpleasant experience.

I started off with the really funky stuff like Ramsey Lewis, Milt Jackson, Kenny Burrell.

After I exhausted the blues thing, I got into jazz.

My playing started to develop through the Miles Davis stuff I was listening to.

Even the most misfitting childWho's chanced upon the library's worth, Sits with the genius of the EarthAnd turns the key to the whole world.--"Hear It Again

But I didn't know about the other story.""What other story?”"About how you and Adrian Ivashkov are—""No, whatever you heard it’s not true.""But it was really romantic""Then it’s definitely not true.

What adjective can be used for a nation who is consistently fooled, recurrently deceived by the crafty politicians? Goofy? Very light! Fool? Not enough! Brainless? Yes, that is the very adjective!

Only gravity can hold me down

One of the marks of a gift is to have the courage of it.

Creativity is the life force that Dylan Thomas called 'the force that through the green fuse drives the flower.

I have a feeling I will work for a long, long time. I like it a lot... and I don't know. I just have a feeling that I'm going to be one of those people who go on for ever.

Man's external form, marvellously constructed, is not much as compared with the divine soul that dwells inside that structure.

Dance is a song of the body. Either of joy or pain.

E-mail is interesting. We can't live with it, and you can't live without it.