I've always felt writing a song was a bit like going on location. That's true in an almost literal sense. Where you are seeps in somehow.

But there are things in Il Sogno that the methods of The Delivery Man could never achieve.

You're drinking vintage Elvis Presley wine.

The battle with the bottle is nothing so novel.

I find humming is very useful.

I used to be disgusted; now I try to be amused.

The cost of living in sin would make a poor man out of Paul Getty.