I got in before SoHo was SoHo. It was just Little Italy when I was in there. It's still off the touristy track. It's just away from the Saturday action, the crowds and everything. It's too expensive. It's insane. You've got to be a billionaire to live on Manhattan now.

Won't you stay We'll put on the day And we'll talk in present tenses

I'm a fine artist working in a commercial arena, so that's my cross to bear

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

I assume there must be some kind of genetic thrust. My two grandmothers were very different, but both of them were frustrated musicians.

White rhythm is waltzes, marches, and the polka. In Africa, rhythm is used for a celebratory groove, but white rhythm doesn't have such an enormous vocabulary of spirits. It's basically militant.

Heart and humor and humility, he said will lighten up your heavy load.