I don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want: I don't want to just repeat myself.

It's amazing, the amount of detail and thought that goes into just an average day. Between the things you see on the news, or on the subway, or whatever, it all gets in there. You sort of shut most of it out, but it all goes in.

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.

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

October's gold is dim — the forests rot, The weary rain falls ceaseless, while the day Is wrapped in damp.

I find everything a struggle.

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