I'm definitely an anomaly, but I'm making things. They're selling, say, martinis, and I'm kind of making vintage Riesling. People aren't going to sit there very often, not your average public, and your average music-business monster is not going to take the time to notice the overtones and the undertones inside the flavor. They'd rather just have the martini.

People learn at the rate they are going to learn.

You never know when you put out an album that's unique whether it'll get beat up for it or not.

The music business is a weird business. Sometimes licensing doesn't happen because some business component that you never knew about stops it.

The piano is just a different animal. It's expensive, it's big, it's heavy, and it doesn't fit in the mix easily. Everyone grew up with a piano in their living room, so rocking out on the piano was accessible - it wasn't an upper-class thing. Now pianos have become very much a piece of furniture.

What stupid f - king idiot gets married a second time if the first time didn't work out?

The clock never stops, never stops, never waits. We're growing old. It's getting late.