In order to play and write, it's unique - you either do one or the other.

You're in a mess, and in excess.

Romance is mush, stifling those who strive.

I'll live a lush life in some small dive.

My grandmother played the piano, and I used to toddle over there and pick out little things that sounded good to me.

Love or not, I wouldn't subject a wife to the road. It's punishment.