Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.

I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.

Inside your own self pity there you swim, in sinking down to drown her voice still haunts you, and only with your laughter can you win.

Musically, I would never run dry. Any time I sit down to an instrument, I could write a song.

I'm a painter first, and a musician second.

I had made all these rules for myself: I'm not writing social commentary, I'm not writing love songs.

Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.