The songs come along at their own pace when they are ready.

I was probably the one who tattled on the class clown. To get in good with the teachers.

I've learned that when someone does something very kind and refuses payment, giving them an engraved Swiss Army knife is never refused!

Like most New Yorkers I was shell-shocked immediately after 9/11 and couldn't put into words what I was feeling.

Imagine all the people, living life in peace. Well, that's hard to do when you're on this blood stained street.

Writing a song is like playing a series of downs in football: Lots of rules, timing is crucial, lots of boundaries, lots of protective gear, lots of stopping and starting.

The songs come along at their own pace when they are ready.