That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

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

That's what music is for me. It's a place to go to.

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.

I don't really know why I'm such an emotional person, that's just how I was born. It's a problem. It's not easy to be married to me.

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

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.