I'm Sorry That It Was

I'm Not Sure At All About The Current Prog Rock Scene.

I Can't Play Anywhere Near Like I Used To, And I Was A Hot Drummer. It Doesn't Bother Me, Because Frankly, If You Get To That Point Where You Can't Hold A Drumstick Properly, There Are Many Other Things In Life Which Are Far More Important, Like Cutting A Loaf Of Bread Or A Piece Of Cheese.

We're All Turkeys! Some Of Us Are Running Around With Our Heads Cut Off, Some Of Us Are Flapping Our Wings That Hard We're Close To Flying. But Nothing Is An Eagle Bar God.

Perception Determines Insanity.

Everything Has Added Up To A Load That I'm Getting Tired Of Carrying. It's Gotten So Complicated. It's The Three Failed Marriages, And Having Kids That Grew Up Without Me, And It's The Personal Criticism, Of Being Mr. Nice Guy, Or Of Divorcing My Wife By Fax, All That Stuff, The Journalism, Some Of Which I Find Insulting.