We have the luxury of being able to show five of their music shows: Life in Rhymes, Two-Dollar Bill, Unplugged, Crossroads and Storytellers .

In general music has become more topical over the last few years even on albums that are mostly battle rhymes, you still hear references to the Iraq war and to government priorities, but it's often just in passing.

My musical concepts will never be in contempt, picture my astral plane as an abstract, a Picasso that snapped.

Mary was like a caged tiger in the first days of her captivity. Keen, alert, and watchful, she listened tensely each dawn for the key that unlocked her door. After breakfast she watched the road for messengers, pacing back and forth like a confined feline.

But no messengers ever came.

Elizabeth had abandoned her. Or forgotten her.

And the days passed.

Little by little, the Queen of Scots grew accustomed to her captivity. She no longer heard the key in the lock, or the footsteps outside her door. More often than not it was the maid's cheerful voice that woke her, along with the hand on Mary's shoulder and the delicious smells wafting from the breakfast tray.

It's a terrible thing to say I know. I've only done what I wanted to do. It's a real luxury. I only made the pictures I wanted to make and lived in the places I've wanted to live. I'm very, very happy.

Anger is an expensive luxury in which only men of certain income can indulge.