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So The Great Santini Was How He Liked Being Referred To By His Children. He Would Line Up His Seven Children, And There Was This Ritual We'd Go Through. And He Would Say, Who's The Greatest Of Them All? And We - The Seven - Would Say, You Are, Oh, Great Santini. And He Would Say, Who Knows All, Hears All And Sees All? You Do, Oh, Great Santini. So This Was The Ridiculous Way I Was Raised.

We Grew Up As This Family Of Deniers. And People Who Knew Us For Years Were Stunned When "the Great Santini" Came Out Because We Had This Appearance Of Being This Happy, Large, Smiling Family. We Were Taught To Smile, Put The Best Face Forward. And So When The Book Ended Up - Dad Swatting Us Around The Room, No One Believed Me.

I Mean, Dad's - You Know, Dad's Friendliest Tone Was A Scream.

It Bothers Me When People, Say, You Know, Write For, You Know, A Web Publication And Get Paid Little Or Nothing Or, You Know, Expecting To, Like, Read The Best Newspapers In The World And Not Pay A Cent For It. Those Newspapers Need Money In Order To Operate.

That Era In The Late '80s Through The '90s Was Really When The Music Was So New, Fresh, Energetic, But Still Creative. It Hadn't Quite Gotten Corporatized Yet.