As I look back over my life I am struck by post cards Ruined Snap shots faded posters Of a time, I can't recall I am a Scot, or so I'm told. Really the heir of Mystery Christians Snake in the Glen The child of a Military family... I rebelled against church after phases of fervor I curried favor in school & attack'd the teachers I was given a desk in the corner I was a fool & The smartest kid in class Walks in D.C. in Negro streets. The library & book stores. Orange brick in warm sun. The books & poets magic Then sex gives greater stimulation Than you've ever known & all peace & books lose their charm & you are thrown back on the eye of vision History of Rock coinciding w/ my adolescence Came to LA to Film School Venice Summer Drug Visions Roof top songs early struggles & humiliations Thanks to the girls who fed me. Making Records Elvis had sex-wise mature voice at 19. Mine still retains the nasal whine of a repressed adolescent minor squeaks & furies An interesting singer at best - a scream or a sick croon. Nothing in-between.