Well, the music is never quite ready. There is always some kind of emergency,
some kind of chore, some kind of , any kind of  fucken'  obstruction that holds me
back. My name is Ernie and I am the architect of this whole chicanery.  I view this
as an alternative to suicide or therapy. Yes, I am that frustrated sometimes.
Considering that, in my saner moments I plan to live no more than 800 years or
so, and that I am already in my late 50's, you can hopefully understand my pitiful
state of mind.