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

Lazy reviewers look up other people's reviews and they write the same thing, so you get people writing crap based on crap.

Nobody understood The Reoccurring Dream, but after September 11, when we were coerced to do a national duty and go out and shop, surely people could begin to see what I was getting at.

The only thing I have to give to make you smile, to win you with, are all the mornings still to live.

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.

But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day