All She Wanted Was Sax.

I Consider Myself To Be An Inept Pianist, A Bad Singer, And A Merely Competent Songwriter. What I Do, In My Opinion, Is By No Means Extraordinary.

They Are Sharing A Drink Called Loneliness.

Every Time I've Held A Rose, It Seems I Only Felt The Thorns

More Than Art, More Than Literature, Music Is Universally Accessible.

Even When I Stop Performing Or Stop Making Records I Won't Stop Being Creative. Songwriting Is A Good Outlet.