I've always published a range of responses to my work in the letters section of my comic book.
In my own life, I share my home with works by artists like Elizabeth Murray, Martin Puryear, Jackie Windsor and so many others, whose creativity is clear and fresh and compelling; the works break through the usual, and they inspire creativity; they inspire responses and understanding.
I didn't want to play these people any more songs and have them say that they weren't good enough. So my response was to just not be able to write anymore. I know that's not the healthiest of responses.
I'm a screamer and a yeller. When I want something, all I do is yell, and I get responses.
Every mistake that you make, or every thing that you might regret, you don't need to necessarily regret it, because it can be a step forward. You just move forward and let them go because there will be a lot of bad auditions, and there will be a lot of negative responses. But that won't last forever.
When I wrote my first blog, I got one response. Now, I sometimes get as many as 400 responses for my posts.
Personally, when a controversy erupts, we decide first whether it requires clarification and, secondly, if it receives notice from authorities and the establishment, we submit responses to their queries.
Before, I was terrified on stage. I only play guitar during the acoustic songs. After a while, you can elicit certain responses from the crowd, like Elvis.
Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.
You may have read that I went to M.I.T. In 1982 I filled out a Who's Who survey with joking responses, and they never bothered to check the facts.
