I've Realized You Can Use A Fork

High School Is Like A Spork: It's A Crappy Spoon And A Crappy Fork, So In The End It's Just Plain Useless.

In A Time When Everything Can Be Next Day And Ordered And Put On Credit And Paid For, Music To Me Is Promise, All Promise, Very Little Realization. It's The Promise Of Walking Into A Room With A Guitar And Not Being Sure You Will Leave With An Idea That Will Take, Not Being Sure It Won't Slip Away From You.

I've Never Walked Into A Restaurant, Asked For A Table And Been Told, 'we're Full.'

If You're Good, And You Know You're Good, And You Know You're Better Than Those People Getting Paid To Do It, You Still Have To Have An Open Ear….nobody's Music Is The Enemy Of Your Music…the Idea That Someone Else Has Made It When They Shouldn't Have Made It Is Toxic Thinking.

Half Of My Heart's Got A Real Good Imagination, Half Of My Heart's Got You. . .half Of My Hearts Got A Right Mind To Tell You That Half Of My Heart Won't Do.