I can remember back as far as age 8, performing with the Boston Folk Song Society. It was a Woody Guthrie song.

This is a particular thing, you know, catholic stories of martyrs who had their head removed and then continued to be miraculous in the last moments of their life.

I'm not saying that people have to listen to rock music. It's a great, cool thing and it can really be liberating for a lot of people but, hey, so can Charles Dickens so I'm not going to judge.

It's obvious you shouldn't steal, kill or be cruel.

I have two step-kids and one of my own on the way. That's three college funds.

As I paint, I realise, while it's something I do very much by myself, it's very solitary, the creative process feels similar to making music to me now, at least as far as my brain is concerned.

I've got a small, loyal audience, which is great. And I appreciate that. They're there for me every time.