Have you listened to the radio lately? Have you heard the canned, frozen and processed product being dished up to the world as American popular music today?

The happiest times in my life were when my relationships were going well - when I was in love with someone, and someone was loving me. But in my whole life, I haven't met the person I can sustain a relationship with yet. So I'm discontented about that. I'm angry with myself. I have regrets.

I consider myself to be an inept pianist, a bad singer, and a merely competent songwriter. What I do, in my opinion, is by no means extraordinary.

In an age of incompetence, I've been able to last in this crazy business. I actually know how to play my ax and write a song. That's my job.

I was drawn to boxing because I got beat up as a kid. I was the kid with the piano books in a New York neighbourhood.

We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. We're all carried along, by the river of dreams.

If you could only hear what I dream.