This criticism has been going on for a long time. It’s like a lover: you like somebody, and then you don’t want to like them anymore because you’re afraid to admit to yourself that you like them so much... I don’t know, you’ve just got to try, try to do some good for somebody. The world is full of nonsupporters and backbiters – people who chew on wet rags. But It’s also filled with people who love you
JC: There are lines in your new songs about the one you love being so hard to recognize, or about feeling displaced and in exile. It seems as if the tyranny of love makes people unhappy.
BD: That’s the tyranny of man-woman love. That ain’t too much love. JC: What’s your idea of love? BD: (Pause) Love like a driving wheel. That’s my idea of love. JC: What about Cupid with his bows and arrows aimed towards your heart? BD: Naw, Cupid comes in a beard and a mustache, you know. Cupid has dark hair.