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Well, It Seems That One Day Dylan Was Drivin' Up To San Francisco From New Orleans Or Somewhere, When Our Record [house Of The Rising Sun] Came Over His Radio. When It Was Announced He Said To Joan Baez -- Who Was With Him At The Time -- 'this'll Be The First Time I've Heard This Version', Although It Was Number One In The States. So He Listened To It, Stopped The Car, Ran Round The Car Five Times, Banged His Head On The Bumper And Began Leapin' About Shouting 'it's Great! It's Great!'

On Memorial Day, I Don't Want To Only Remember The Combatants. There Were Also Those Who Came Out Of The Trenches As Writers And Poets, Who Started Preaching Peace, Men And Women Who Have Made This World A Kinder Place To Live.

Everything Changes And, Somewhere Along The Line, I'm Changing With It.

The Animals Were Their Own Worst Enemy. The Animals Were A Band That Couldnt Live Up To Their Name. I Was The Singer In The Band And As Long As I Was Enjoying Myself I Would Keep On Working With The Band. But It Got To Be Rather Nasty Once The Big Money Showed Up - Things Started To Turn Toxic.

Eventually I Would Like To Reach The Stage Where I Don't Have To Write About Love And Kisses And All That Stuff. I Wish I Could Write About Really Ultimate Things. That's Where I Think All Of Us Want To Go, Really. All The Groups Seem To Be Heading Towards A Kind Of Pop Music That Deals With Ultimate Things.