Every now and then I hear voices in my head, but not very clear. I can't understand what they are saying. It's a mental illness. I have been diagnosed as a manic depressive.

I can write songs, I've had songs in movies, but I can't compose film scores, you know?

Surfing music is dead. It was just a summer craze for kids on the beach. I'm finished with it.

You're called a genius by people, and then your whole life you become the part.

I approach my music-making as an art-form--something pure from the spirit to which I can add dynamics and marketable reality. Music is genuine and healthy and the stimulation I get from molding it and adding dynamics is like nothing else on earth.

I hate those old falsettos, I really do, and it's embarrassing since I've grown up.

I think in terms of emotions. And feelings. So sometimes what I say may not always be clear. But creatively, there's a lot to be said for that way of thinking.