Like All Other Law-abiding Americans,

With All Due Respect, Many In The Entertainment Industry Are Deep Into Mind-altering Substance Abuse, And When One's Logic And Intellectual Calculating Powers Are Replaced With Dopey Feel-good, Fantasy-driven Denial, The Democratic Party Serves Them Well.

I'd Like To Have James Brown As My Singer. I Already Have The Best Drummer, Tommy Clufetos. I've Jammed A Bunch With John Entwistle, And It Was Like A Musical Orgy. That Guy Is A Living, Breathing, Grunting Rhythm. For Horns, Let's Go With The Stax/volt Guys, And I'm Going To Have Steve Cropper On Standby Just In Case I Want A Rhythm Guitarist.

I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of Human Poop.

Isn't My Music The Last Of The Real Rhythm And Blues? Isn't It Great? It's Because Of My Musicians, We Were Weaned On Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, Bo Diddley, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, All The Founding Fathers, The Gods Of Thunder, Who Invented The Foundation And The Pulse Of The Greatest Music In The World!

I Indeed Do Respect All People For The Positives In Their Life. Sadly, There Comes A Time Of Diminishing Returns In The Balance. At The End Of The Day, My Respect Is Reserved For Those Solidly In The Asset Column Of Mankind.