We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.
In some ways, my gift for music and writing was born out of tragedy, really, and loss.
Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.
My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.
Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.
I see music as fluid architecture.