Shakespeare's Hokey Pokey O proud left foot, that ventures quick within Then soon upon a backward journey lithe. Anon, once more the gesture, then begin: Command sinistral pedestal to writhe. Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke, A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl. To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke. Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl. The Hoke, the poke--banish now thy doubt Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about. I write these songs so that you remember to believe in music. "Life's too short. And the biggest curse is falling in love with somebody." "Exactly! You and me may have our flaws, but in each others eyes, we are perfection. Our flaws make US perfect." "I'm not straight and I'm not gay. I'm not bisexual. I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure."