I've been playing music most of my life.

Time and time again I can't please myself.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where noone notices the contrast of white on white.

We waste a lot of our lives sometimes. There are people sitting across from us who would make the whole world better if we spent more time with them in it, but we can't get across that gully.

You live through stuff, and it affects the way you feel about the world, and you write about it.

People ask me if I have stage fright. I say, "God, no, I'm completely comfortable there. I have rest-of-the-day fright."

For all the things I'm losing I might aswell resign myself to try and make a change.