I'm An Unpure Purist, Something

In Fact, I Take The View That God, In His Infinite Wisdom, Didn't Bother To Spring For Two Joints - Heaven And Hell. They're The Same Place, But Heaven Is When You Get Everything You Want And You Meet Mummy And Daddy And Your Best Friends And You All Have A Hug And A Kiss And Play Your Harps. Hell Is The Same Place - No Fire And Brimstone - But They Just All Pass By And Don't See You. There's Nothing, No Recognition. You're Waving, “it's Me, Your Father,” But You're Invisible. You're On A Cloud, You've Got Your Harp, But You Can't Play With Nobody Because They Don't See You. That's Hell.

My Life Is Full Of Broken Halos.

I'd Play Whenever I Could Get My Hands On An Electric Guitar; I Was Trying To Pick Up Rock'n'roll Riffs And Electric Blues - The Latest Muddy Waters. I'd Spend Hours And Hours On The Same Track, Back Again, And Back Again.

Some Things Get Better With Age. Like Me.

[john] Belushi Was An Extreme Experience Even By My Standards.