The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.

I have lost my credibility as a hit maker because of these side excursions into other branches of music; by not being consistent. Consistency seems to be all-important.

My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.

Ira Gershwin, shame on him. I mean, some of the writing.

The Hollywood sirens are shrieking, while down some search lit alley runs some lost belief.

Fibers in a variety of colors protrude out of my skin like mushrooms after a rainstorm. They cannot be forensically identified as animal, vegetable or mineral.

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.