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My Mother Wanted Me To Learn How To Read Music. She'd Given Fiddles To My Two Older Brothers, But They'd Rebelled. I Came Along And My Father Said, "oh, Let Peter Enjoy Himself." What She Did Was Leave Musical Instruments All Around The House. Whistles, Marimbas, Squeeze Boxes, A Piano And Organ. By Age Six Or Seven, I Could Bang Out A Simple Tune On Almost Anything. I Developed A Good Ear, So I Didn't Learn To Read Music Until I Taught Myself At Age Eighteen, 'cause I Was Hearing So Many Good Songs I Couldn't Possibly Remember Them All.

In A World Of Private Property, If Something Isn't Owned By Somebody, It's Going To Be Misused By Somebody Else.

We All Go To Different Churches Or No Churches, We Have Different Favorite Foods, Different Ways Of Making Love, Different Ways Of Doing All Sorts Of Things, But There We're All Singing Together. Gives You Hope.

Sometimes You Find An Old Tune So Good You Can Use It Several Times For Different Purposes.

Anybody Who Wants To Learn Everything Is Pretty Stupid. You Learn What You Can.