Rampant Eclecticism Is My Middle Name.

Being An Entertainer, Especially In Times Like These, Is Really A Public Service.

Someone Once Asked Me Why People Sing. I Answered That They Sing For Many Of The Same Reasons The Birds Sing. They Sing For A Mate, To Claim Their Territory, Or Simply To Give Voice To The Delight Of Being Alive In The Midst Of A Beautiful Day. Perhaps More Than The Birds Do, Humans Hold A Grudge. They Sing To Complain Of How Grievously They Have Been Wronged, And How To Avoid It In The Future. They Sing To Help Themselves Execute A Job Of Work. They Sing So The Subsequent Generations Won’t Forget What The Current Generation Endured, Or Dreamed, Or Delighted In.

People Have Often Written About Me, That I Did This For This Reason And That For That Reason, And Theyre Usually 98 Percent Wrong.

I Never Wrote Anything Down. I Never Kept A Diary, Never Kept A Journal. I Did Write One Letter Home About Touring With The Doors That I Used As A Reference For The Book For Some Details There, And Then I Was Glad I Had That, But That Was It.

Up Until About A Hundred Years Ago, The World Was Dark At Night. You Got To Have A Real Night So You Could Sleep.