All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

I got a problem, can you relate? I got a woman calling love hate.

At first the music almost repelled me, it was so intense, and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play. It was hard-core, more than anything I had ever heard. After a few listenings I realized that, on some level, I had found the master, and that following this man's example would be my life's work.

And I don't like having my picture taken. I'm almost like an old African in that sense. I think it steals a bit of the soul.

It is painful to relive things that have caused emotional crises or whatever and find ways to express that musically.

the thing about pessimism is that in most cases it's nothing more than a front behind which a body can hide its most sweetful yet painful hopes. please forgive mine.

Leave bands, go back to obscurity if I choose to, without a great sense of loss of security because it's all been based on the fact that I did it on my own or was doing, enjoying doing it on my own in the first place.