Momma, someday you'll be so proud of me. You'll see me hanging in the New York Gallery. Someday I'm gonna draw from the left side of my brain. People are gonna ask, "Is it brilliant or plain?" But as long as I don't know how to hang a Warhol. I keep sketching birds, that are all like herds. Very simple and true, like, you know, when we do and if you like them, yeah. But if you don't, stop there. 'Cause I really don't care. I said: "Papa someday I'm gonna write a symphony 48-piece band all dressed up like me". I said: "I'll write someday the satyrs of old songs. I'm gonna chill the marrow in their bones". But as long as I can't get into Carnegie Hall. I keep writing songs that are all my own. Very simple and dumb, like I always have done. If you like them, yeah. But if you don't, too bad. 'Cause it's all I have.

Little Joy - How to hang a Warhol