#justzox

You know, in this town, an artist really needs a lot of space when they’re trying to create something special. A place to cultivate a world of their own, far away from the real world that’s around them. Luckily for me, I live right inside the middle of the “H” of the Hollywood sign. And this is how I spend most of my nights: perched high above the chaos that swirls within the city of angels below. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to dip my toe into the muck and the mires of the city every now and then. Especially on Tuesdays. But truthfully, when I’m in the middle of making a record, especially now when the world is in the middle of such a tumultuous period, I find I really need to take the space for myself far away from real life, to consider what my contribution to the world should be in these dark times. So each morning, I have the luxury of asking myself, “What shall I cook up for the kids today? Something with a little spice? Something with a little bitterness but is ultimately sweet? Or shall I take the day off and turn down the fire, and just take a moment to send my love to them over the ether?” Because sometimes, just being pure of heart and having good intentions and letting them be known is the most worthy contribution an artist can make. So, even though these times can feel a little bit crazy, they’re not so very different from what other generations have experienced at one time or another before. Amidst all the uncertainty, and as we transition out of one era into another one, there’s no place I’d rather be than smack-dab in the middle of “Holly-weird” making this record for you. Because you, and the music, and this place, are my love, my life, my lust for life.

My baby used to dance underneath my architecture To the 'Houses of the Holy' Smoking on them cigarettes My baby used to dance underneath my architecture He was cool as heck He was cool as heck But you were so obsessed with writing the next best American record But there was nothing left by the time we got to bed Baby that's a shame You were so obsessed with writing the next best American record You did it all for fame You did it all for fame You did it all for fame Tell me how it treats you now You did it all for fame How does that taste coming out You did it all for fame Baby, how's life treating you now It's over My baby used to dance underneath my architecture He was seventies in spirit; nineties in his frame of mind My baby used to dance underneath my architecture We lost track of space We lost track of time But you were so obsessed with writing the next best American record But there was nothing left by the time we got to bed Baby that's a shame You were so obsessed with writing the next best American record You did it all for fame You did it all for fame (You know what I'm talking about) You did it all for fame Tell me how it treats you now You did it all for fame How does that taste coming out Now that you lost the game Honey, how's life treating you now That it's over Baby, how you feeling now That I told you It's true All the roads lead to you Everything I want and do All the things that I say It's true All the roads lead to you Like the 405 I drive through Every night and every day I see you for who you really are Why the thousands of girls Love the way Bill plays guitar You did it all for fame Tell me how it treats you now You did it all for fame How does that taste coming out You did it all for fame Honey, how you feeling now That it's over Baby, how's life treating you now That I told you Honey, how is it feeling now? (Honey, how's it feeling?, Honey, how's it feeling?) I told you (Honey, how's it feeling?, Honey, how's it feeling?) I told you

I like his music