I liked working with Motley  Crüe.

The Shot at the Devil album was all mine. Yet  no liner notes about me. After I blew all 4 fuckin’ guys, I can’t even get a liner note!

Oh well.

Jimi was a gentleman when I knew him.

Frank wasn’t anything until he met lady luck, and I was that lady.

I don’t know what happened with Chuck Berry. He was doing good when I left.

Jerry Lee,  that was not my work.

Dorothy, however, that is a band.

The lead singer has the look, and the band has the music, and when she sings, it’s as if she is in my mind telling me, “Your soul is mine for a while.”

That is rock n roll.

Jasmine Cain is another.

Highway Prophet is one that I inspired as a biker with a story to tell.

There’s The Pretty Reckless. Every album better than the last. If I ever inspire Taylor again, it will be too soon.

She’s got it.

It’s as if Lita Ford and Joan Jett had a love child named Taylor Momsen.

I needed to be with my lovelies tonight after last night.

I needed their music, even the shit I didn’t inspire. What they write is poetry set to music.

I love inspiring musicians.  I love the music they make.

I am the Muse, a Muse, but I don’t care about the others or Zeus. 

You need too.

Fuck the fuck off.

No.

You need to care about Zeus and the other Muses.

Why?

I get you’re into yourself,  however if we care about others our magic is greater. If we work with Zeus and the others, our magic is amplified.

We need Zeus.

We need the other Muses.

You’re not going to budge on this are you?

No.

Ok.

I’m going to bed and tomorrow, if I wake, well, better not think ahead.