"Her voice isn't for everyone. Well, you know what I mean." I'm wasted and I can't find my way home. "Listen to the ease with which Ginger Baker does it - swing blues punch god." Arguing that Dylan was a great singer, that Kurt Cobain really was a marvellous bard. Taking it up the nose, talking out your hat - to the point that Pop majesty's a pixie stardust nightsky mystery, the smoke up at the Oracle, a sprinkling of religious connection. In love with the geek, you talk yourself blue.