I Like It Here In Austin. Anybody

There Was A Knock On Our Dressing-room Door. Our Manager Shouted, 'keith! Ron! The Police Are Here!' Oh, Man, We Panicked, Flushed Everything Down The John. Then The Door Opened And It Was Stewart Copeland And Sting.

A Painter's Got A Canvas. The Writer's Got Reams Of Empty Paper. A Musician Has Silence.

I Am Not Doing It Just For The Money Or For You.i Am Doing It For Me.

Music Is A Necessity. After Food, Air, Water And Warmth, Music Is The Next Necessity Of Life.

I'm Free Of Hypochondria-- Although I've Got Everything Else.