If I Could Go To Kabul And

As Performers Grow Older, I Reckon There Are Two Ways They Can Go. They Can Either Be Up There, Playing More Deeply From Their Guts Than Ever, Or They Can Be Phoning It In So Crassly That It Leaves A Lump In Your Throat As You Leave The Venue At The End Of The Show.

I Don't Want To Fail The Audience. I Don't Want To Let Them Down.

Horror Jolts Me When I Look At One Of You And See A Pair Of Beautiful Eyes That Make Me Think Your Mind Might Contain A World That Could Hold Me As The Bolts Shake Loose And Fly From My Frame.

I've Never Killed Anybody... But I've Definitely Thought About It.

We Came To The End, We Found Nothing. Nothing!!! And We Cursed Because We Were Hoping For So Much Less.