There Are No Real Men.

It's My Tough Luck If Things Happen That Are Complicated.

You Know, When You're 23 And You Get Pissed, I Mean Drunk, You Can Just Go Crazy And It's All Right. But If You're 43 And You Do It, It's Like Your Best Friend's Mother Who Used To Come In Pissed And Everybody Was Really Embarrassed. It Just Doesn't Go Down Well, You Know, After A Certain Age.

Whatever I'm Already Doing Becomes Enhanced When I Smoke Pot. It Can Also Be Demotivating, Because If I'm Not Doing Anything And I Smoke A Joint, It Enhances Just Sitting In A Chair. Then I Don't Even Want To Get Up To Change A Record. That Might Not Be A Bad Thing, But You Have To Get Things Done Once In A While.

I Expect People To At Least Use Some Thought.

The Thing About Janis Is That She Just Looked So Unique, An Ugly Duckling Dressed As A Princess, Fearlessly So. Seeing Her Live Was Like Watching A Boxing Match. Her Performance Was So In Your Face And Electrifying That It Really Put You Right There In The Moment. There You Were Living Your Nice Little Life In The Suburbs And Suddenly There Was This Train Wreck, And It Was Janis.