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

I guess I'm just a heart-on-sleeve type of human being.

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.

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.

I find everything a struggle.

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

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