The blues is deceptively simple. Verse and chorus. Sometimes not even a chorus. Four bars that repeat, no Auto-Tune, electricity optional. It is the most direct, bare-bones of content. There is no interference between the head and heart.

Despite the sometimes sordid turns his life took, Michael Jackson always held my fascination, like he did for most of us.

The late, great Janis Joplin could drink ten men under the table, then sing loud enough to shake the teeth out of their head.

Despite all of our technological advances, content creation still requires time, inspiration, and a certain amount of sweat. There aren't any shortcuts. You can't write an algorithm for it. You can't predict it. You can't code it.

Schizoaffective disorder is a big mental mash-up of a disease. It combines just about every disorder, from depression, delusions, and paranoia to mania, schizophrenia and hallucinations. My mother bounced between all of these regularly while raising me alone in our Hollywood home.

A few performances have been left out of the various Woodstock soundtracks and film edits over the years, most notably The Grateful Dead.