I want to know what became of the changes we waited for love to bring/Were they only the fitful dreams of some greater awakening?

Music itself is a great source of relaxation. Parts of it anyway. Working in the studio, that's not relaxing, but playing an instrument that I don't know how to play is unbelievably relaxing, because I don't have any pressure on me.

I've written many extra verses to songs that I learned to sing - an extra verse about a friend, or just add some verse - and that led to writing my own songs.

I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.

I never was a very good singer.

I'm sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.

I've been aware of the time passing by they say in the end it's the wink of an eye and when the morning light comes streaming in you'll get up and do it again