As Jazz Fans, It Was Amusing For

As Jazz Fans, It Was Amusing For Us To Play Jazz Harmonies On These Big, Ugly Electric Guitars.

I Had A Dream That Britney Spears Rubbed Her Breasts In My Face And Jennifer Lopez Gave Me Head While Salma Hayek Sucked My Toes And The Olsen Twins Videotaped Everything. I Would Have Kept Dreaming It, Too, If I Hadn't Set Off The Smoke Detector.

I'm Starting To Get Older, And Began To Think About Mortality A Little More. My Mother Died In 2003 And That Was A Big Shock. When Your Parents Start To Die Off, That's Going To Be A Revelation. So For Me, This Album - Although It Might Sound Quite Cheery - Is Really Talking About Death.

I Took Some Lessons As A Kid But Trained Myself By Ear. I Did It The Way Jazz Musicians Used To Learn Years Ago, Which Is To Play Records And Slow Them Down To Figure Out The Notes. At First I Tried To Imitate Red Garland, Who Was My Favorite Jazz Pianist.

I Tried To Grow Up. Honest. Didn’t Quite Happen. I Guess I’m Someone For Whom Youth Still Seems More Real Than The Present, Or The Half Century In Between. And Why Not? I'm Deeply Underwhelmed By Most Contemporary Art, Literature, Music, Films, Tv, The Heinous Little Phones, Money Talk, Real Estate Talk, All That Stuff. The Internet, Which At First Seemed So Fascinating, Appears To Be Evolving Into Something Even Worse Than Tv, But We'll See.