There's an old joke that you know you're in heaven if the cooks are Italian and the engineering is German. If it's the other way around you're in hell.

It didn't even occur to me that I'm the last person in the world who should play salsa or Brazilian music.

There's something about music that encourages people to want to know more about the person that made it, and where it was recorded, what year it was done, what they were listening to, and all this kind of stuff. There's something that invites all this obsessive behavior.

The making of music is profoundly affected by the market.

As I define it, rock and roll is dead. The attitude isn't dead, but the music is no longer vital. It doesn't have the same meaning. The attitude, though, is still very much alive - and it still informs other kinds of music.

My favorite time of day is to get up and eat leftovers from dinner, especially spicy food.

I've rarely seen video screens used well in a music concert.