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Kissing Mother Superior, Incompetent, Hairball, Poppy Seeds, On The Can.

And It May Be That A Crowd At A Particular Moment Of History Creates The Object To Justify Its Gathering, As It Did At The First Human Be-in And Monterey Pop And Woodstock. Or It May Be That Two Generations Of War And Surveillance Had Left People Craving The Embodiment Of Their Own Unease In The Form Of A Lone, Unsteady Man On A Slide Guitar.

I Grew Up In The 70s, When People Talked On The Phone - And Just Talked More. I Remember The Phone Was The Epicenter Of Our House. I Spent Hours Every Evening As A Teenager Waiting For The Phone To Ring And Talking To My Friends. Before The Age Of Technology, It Was Also Easier To Just Disappear From The Face Of The Earth.

I Was A Stepchild In Two Different Families. The Hardest Thing About Being A Stepchild Is You Know That In Some Way Everything Would Be Easier If You Didnt Exist.

Reading Is The Nourishment That Lets You Do Interesting Work.