How come you can play guitar and harmonica at the same time, like, you know, Bob Dylan or Neil Young? You're a genius. Make that extra effort to strap some cymbals to your knees, and people will cross the street to get the hell away from you.
That's the thing about New York: even the crazy people -- the loonies, the nutters out on the street -- half of them have watches. Even if you're nuts in New York City, you still got a time schedule you have to stay to: 'Uh, let's see -- 4:30? Conduct pigeon orchestra.'
Real country music is lying on the floor with that bottle of Jack Daniel's by your side 'cause a woman's gone and walked across your heart like a Samoan man in golf shoes.