...music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.
Maybe I think too much for my own good.
Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on.
Somewhere in a burst of glory / Sound becomes a song.
I don't know what I'm going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can't see around the bend and you don't know where you are going to go, which is fun.