Back in the 1970s, a lot of what I wrote was extremely naive and optimistic. These days, while I maintain the optimism, I’ve lost the naiveté, so my music is more complex, though not necessarily better. Innocence is pretty hard to maintain in a hard world, and even more difficult (though not impossible) to recover once it is lost. But this song, Mexican Morning, is just one of those simple little riffs (with no pretensions of being art) that joyfully ambles along, oblivious to any darker issues since there isn’t a cloud in the sky.