I do not consider myself a guitar player. My father is a guitar player - I'm not.

Putting all of my time In learning to care And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere Want a locket of who Made me lose my perfunctory view Of all that is around And of all that I do.

I am undefinable. I don't fit into any particular category.

To me, songs come of their own volition - and with an open-ended philosophy.

For me, the iPhone is harder than reading Faust.

The operas I listen to aren't in English, and I want to listen to my opera after I'm done with it. I want to have the desire to play it on the stereo. To me, the language is part of the mystery.

One day you will come to Montauk and see your dad playing the piano And see your other dad wearing glasses Hope that you will want to stay for a while Don't worry I know you'll have to go