I know I have a very unusual style of playing, where other more recognized and technically proficient players might look at me and wonder what the heck I'm doing. The purpose of my learning to play the way I do was more to accompany my singing. I figured out a style where I'm mentally playing the drums over a simple melody.

I'm a fairly tormented artist, and I'm less willing to indulge myself in self-pity, outside of songwriting.

South Africa gives me a perspective of what's real and what's not real. So I go back to South Africa to both lose myself and gain awareness of myself. Every time I go back, it doesn't take long for me to get caught into a very different thing. A very different sense of myself.

I think I'm probably a very sad man wrapped in a very joyful package, and I think I'm very resilient, and I think I'm quite generous, sometimes to a fault. And I'm very bad with money, but I don't see that too much of a flaw.

Good music is good music, and everything else can go to hell.

Turns out, not where, but who you're with that really matters.

One sweet world Around this star is spinning One sweet world And in her breath I'm swimming And here we will rest in peace