Enjoying my stay. 

I've been to a lot of funerals. More than a Normal American's share, I would say. Not because I enjoy them, particularly. Just worked out that way. I'm not complaining. It's probably affected the way I write songs.


At funerals, people often invoke the concept of "going home." "Being free." And especially "in a better place."  That may all be true, I wouldn't pretend to have a clue one way or the other. They refer to the earthly life as a struggle and heaven or whatever being a reward. I suppose this…

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An addendum to the hockey stick thing. 

It took a long to shake itself out, but for those who are interested, here's how all that resolved...

Statements were made, statutes invoked, and countless appearances before the court were endured. It was not a process that that instilled faith in our criminal justice system. I have always been a fan of Terry Gilliam but never wished to be stuck in one of his movies. Really: unending hallways of tile and despair, leaning towers of forgotten documents, rusted file cabinets overflowing with indifference.

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No. I Did Not Hit a Paparazzo with my Hockey Stick. 

Friends:  You may have read some stuff about me on the internet or newspapers this week and you're probably wondering what the hell happened on Sunday.  Like:  Did I actually assault somebody, as many blogs and tabloids have reported?  

The first and most important thing is that I didn't attack anyone and I certainly DID NOT HIT ANYONE IN THE HEAD WITH MY HOCKEY STICK. That's something I would simply never do, and it's what the paparazzi made up to make their story more juicy. That's how they make their…

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