I am smart...Or maybe I am just having an illusion of grandeur...maybe it's all in my mind~a false pretense to cover up all of my insecurities. I have made a lot of moronic decisions in my life, all of which I regret terribly.


I inspired my good friend Eddie Vedder to sing this Pearl Jam hit (our torrid love affair went kaput nine years ago. Even if my love for him remains at nuclear intensity, I had to end our relationship because of his incredible fame.)


(Well, I don't give a fig about my controversial break-up with Vedder any longer. I am now engaged to a sensitive, philosophical NC artist so who cares about (as Weird Al Yankovic puts it) Mr. Spokesman for the disaffected grunge generation. Eurydike can have him.)


DAUGHTER by PEARL JAM


Alone...listless...breakfast table in an otherwise empty room

Young girl...violins...center of her own attention

The, mother reads aloud, child, tries to understand it

Tries to make her proud


The shades go down, it's in her head

Painted room...can't deny there's something wrong...


Don't call me daughter, not fit to

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me daughter, not fit to

The picture kept will remind me

Don't call me...


She holds the hand that holds her down

She will...rise above