My Mom Was A Saint.

I Kinda Feel Like Everything Comes Full Circle In Life, Even Though That's A Cliche.

A Lot Of Young Musicians Get The Money At The Wrong Time. They Get It For Something They Don’t Feel Great About, And It’ll Make You Feel So Bad It’ll Destroy You And Kill You.

The Problem Being: For Years I Was Struggling - First To Prove That I Had Any Talent, Then To Create Some Skills And Finally To Fulfil It Reasonably. But Then Once I Got There It Was, "ok. I Did That, But I Want To Be Happy." And That's A Whole Different Deal. It's Kind Of Like A Dance. Being Active Seems To Help. I'm 70, So Sometimes A Little Voice Is Going, "just Take It Easy".

Well, It Wasn't Like I Was Going To Run Out And Score Heroin And Score An Ounce Of Coke - But Incidentally, On The Road, I Would Usually Get Tanked Up And As Stoned As I Possibly Could To Go On Stage. And Offstage, It Would Be A Demon That Would Come Up About Twice A Week.

I Wasn't So Stupid That I Didn't Realize The Implications Of What They Were Saying. In My Live Work I Was Going For The Quick Thrill, Rather Than Spending Time Concentrating On My Voice. I Figured I'd Get On, Make As Many Quick Movement As Possible, Dance My Ass Off For Five Minutes, Move Into The Insult Portion Of The Evening, And Then, At The End, Create Some Kind Of Chaos Until The 55 Minutes Were Up.