You Can't Patch A Wounded

There Is No End Of Things In The Heart. ...she Understood It To Mean That If You Took Something To Heart, Really Brought It Inside Those Red Velvet Folds, Then It Would Always Be There For You. No Matter What Happened, It Would Be There Waiting. She Said This Could Mean A Person, A Place, A Dream. A Mission. Anything Sacred. She Told Me That It Is All Connected In Those Secret Folds. Always. It Is All Part Of The Same And Will Always Be There, Carrying The Same Beat As Your Heart.

Las Vegas Was Like That. There Was A Visceral Attraction Here. The Bold Promise Of Money And Sex. But The First Was A Broken Promise, A Mirage, And The Second Was Fraught With Danger, Expense, Physical And Mental Risk. It Was Where The Real Gambling Took Place In This Town.

...it Is How A Person Goes About Quenching His Desires Or Living With Them Unrequited That The Readers Get A Glimpse Of His True Character.

As A Bassist He Could Never Really Be A Sideman. He Was Always The Anchor. He Drove The Beat. Even If It Was Behind Miles Davis'a Horn.

I Think There'd Be Huge Losses If There Weren't Newspapers. I Know Everything's Shifting To The Internet And Some People Would Say, 'news Is News, What You're Talking About Is A Change Of Consumption, Not The Product That's Out There.' But I Think There Is A Change.