The Heads Were The Only

Do I Wear A Helmet? Ugh. I Do When I'm Riding Through A Precarious Part Of Town, Meaning Midtown Traffic. But When I'm Riding On Secure Protected Lanes Or On The Paths That Run Along The Hudson Or Through Central Park - No, I Don't Wear The Dreaded Helmet Then.

With A Lot Of What We Take To Be True Feelings, Especially On Pop Records, We Feel Them Because They're Cleverly Crafted. And Because The Words Are Written By Somebody Who Knows How To Craft Words And Draw On Those Things And Convey Those Feelings. That Doesn't Mean They're Dishonest. But It Also Doesn't Mean That It's All Just Pure Primitive Emotion Spilling Out.

I Really Enjoy Forgetting. When I First Come To A Place, I Notice All The Little Details. I Notice The Way The Sky Looks. The Color Of White Paper. The Way People Walk. Doorknobs. Everything. Then I Get Used To The Place And I Don't Notice Those Things Anymore. So Only By Forgetting Can I See The Place Again As It Really Is.

I Came To New York To Be A Fine Artist - That Was My Ambition.

There Was An Op-ed Piece In The New York Times By An Evolutionary Biologist Or Somebody - Which Was A Curious Place For The Opinion To Come From - And He Said That There's No Such Thing As A Completely Free, Uncensored Medium, That People Censor Themselves All The Time, In Deference To Hurting Other People's Feelings, Or Offending Other Groups, Or In Their Own, Not To Provoke A Fight. And You Do Self-censor Certain Things, And It's Not Necessarily A Bad Thing. That's Just The Way Human Social Interaction Works.