Half The World Cries Half

Extroverts Never Understand Introverts, And It Was Like That In School Days. I Read Recently That All Of Us Can Be Defined In Adult Life By The Way Others Perceived Us In High School.

It's Interesting. I've Known Quite A Few Good Athletes That Can't Begin To Play A Beat On The Drum Set. Most Team Sport Is About The Smooth Fluidity Of Hand-eye Coordination And Physical Grace, Where Drumming Is Much More About Splitting All Those Things Up.

As Crises Came Up Later On - "oh, We Have To Compromise, And The Record Company Wants To Do This," I'd Be Like, "no, I Don't Have To."

I Am A Big Fan Of Dos Passos' Stylistic Ability, His Poetic Approach To Prose, But The Ideas Presented In The Songs Are Quite Different From Those Which He Exemplified.

There's A New Reality Born Every Minute. Unless One Is A Believer In Predestination (in Which Case I'll Call The Prestidigitator), Or Other Puppet-like Restraints On Our Powers, One Is Free To Imagine And Effect Changes On The World. And If Enough People Do It, There Are Big Changes. These Things Happen. Anything Can.