The more irrational of us are worried about the millennium ending - as if a date would really matter.

I realize that nothing's as it seems.

I was recruited to teach 9-year-olds. I taught for two years.

I write the music, produce it and the band plays within the parameters that I set.

I never saw no miracle of science that did not go from a blessing to a curse.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet.

That sense of failure, I don't know where people put it who don't write songs and aren't able to emote physically. It must go somewhere.