In the clubs till the wee small hours of the morning with the boys. Walking up those stairs last night to the vip rooms I just had this sinking feeling. All of a sudden I am standing there having your typical mindless conversation with yet another mindless nameless beautiful babe in this very loud smoky club and I realized that I was really wasting my time. I thought at the beginning of the evening that it would be fun. I don't do it all that much. And choose most of the time if I am not performing a concert to go to some sort of function, but last night I wanted to hang out with all my regular guy friends. [this is another one of those dichotomies that exists when you're a singer or artist, right: you have this whole artistic world you live in where you have all these artsy crazy friends you hang out with, but you know you still have some regular friends too, regular working class people who are attorneys or own stores or work at stores and are into sports and all that. and for me it gets a little weird sometimes hanging with them when we go out, just cause you tell yourself that your not different and that you are the same and you can hang, because you really love your regular friends and you want to be with them. But the truth is, that that's just not the case. You get to this point as an artist, as an intellectual, as a subversive, as someone who is passionate about social reformation and human evolution where you are standing there talking about nothing and you start to realize ‘holy shit, I am standing here talking about nothing.’ I am listening to very loud music I don't even like with a bunch of people who are completely uninterested in the things I am interested in.’ In fact from what I can tell they are interested in nothing at all but drinking, fucking, dancing, and money. It kind of hits you like a ton of bricks.

And so as I stumbled out of there and stumbled further down the city’s streets to my awaiting car, I asked myself, ‘is it o.k. to leave all this behind now? Have I done it enough? Have I proved it all to myself once and for all? is there a cooler cool than being one of the cool? Is there really a bigger mission? Is there anything to be gained by attempting one? Or should we just drink and piss our lives away not caring one way or the other? 

Last screening: The Blues, the last one was the best one I think. It told the whole story how the British were so obsessed with the American blues. And America was trying its best to ignore it and forget about it and most importantly keep it away from the young people. so in America they would have white people redo all the good songs by the black people so no one would have to see or hear any black people. but then in England they just totally fell in love with this black music. Were talking people like Lonnie donigan and georgie fame and Jeff beck and the Beatles and the rolling stones and Fleetwood Mac and Eric Clapton and John mayal and on and on. And these people started getting really popular in the states, so when they came over to play the states for the first time they just wanted to meet all these old black guys they had been listening to and studying for years. cats like muddy waters, and son house and John lee hooker and booker t and on and on, and everyone over here was like “who?” what happens is that through the Brits taking this music and making it their own and then regurgitating it back to the Americans, the Americans all of a sudden started appreciating what was in their own backyard all along.