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. |
Actually, there is always some
music that is almost ready - Maybe I can sell some - or give some away - We gotta figure that out somehow. |
