I'm absolutely flooded with a raucous energy to get out into the world and tell my story again. I feel like this is spring. After a period of shriveling, out come the leaves.

Everything's stolen. Everything precious - be it a kiss, or be it James Brown - gets misappropriated to the aid of the advertising executives. So, an act of reclamation, somewhere else to be: that's what I want my music to be. Somewhere you can step into. A place.

In the creative act, you kind of reach down and look for things that will, when put together, create an emotional effect.

Love after divorce is all about showing and sharing with my son what is good and right in life!

There's nightingales calling, shooting stars falling, like jewels in the rain.

You can't just be reactive to the things going on in your life. You have to imagine, and you have to plunder other people's work, books, poems, ideas, observations.

And come, blue deeps! magnificently strown With coloured clouds - large, light, and fugitive.