It was the year of the Beatles, it was the year of the Stones, it was 1964.

I question what emotion Manilow touches. People are entertained by him. But are they emotionally moved? I don't believe anything that Barry Manilow sings.

Much of songwriting is simply a mystery.

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.

Someone could walk into this room and say your life is on fire.

Artie is a singer, and I'm a writer and player and a singer. We didn't work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.

You want to be a writer, don't know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.