Rachmaninoff made a musician out of me. His 'Rhapsody on a Theme by Paganini' was the piece that sent me into raptures. It spoke to me. To me, it was a tender entreaty for the misunderstood.

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.

How does a person create a song? A lot of it is being open to encounter and to be in touch with the miraculous.

When the world becomes a massive mess with nobody at the helm, it's time for artists to make their mark.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.

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

You have this mounting aggressive ignorance with the rabbit's foot of their particular religion. You don't really have any kind of spiritual law, just a kind of a rabid mental illness. The songs are a little slice of life.