When I first got a guitar, it was a Spanish, classical thing.

Either you write songs or you don't. And if you do write songs like I do, I think there's a natural desire to want to make records.

Did you see the frightened ones, Did you hear the falling bombs, Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter in the promise of a brave new world unfurlled beaneath the clear blue skies. Good bye blue skies.

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

There is a magic in some books / That sucks a man into connections / With the spirits hard to touch / That join him to his kind.

I was faced with a choice: to deny my addiction and embrace that 'comfortably numb' but 'magicless' existence, or accept the burden of insight, take the road less travelled, and embark on the often painful journey to discover who I was and where I fit.

You can draw a line between what I'm interested in and what I'm not interested in. On one side you can name Dylan and Lennon, who observe the world and have feelings, and write songs directly from those feelings. On the vapid side you have pop groups who need material and write songs to fill the hole, rather than getting somebody else.