And She Moves Among The Sparrows. And

I Think There Is A Certain Perversity In My Music In That I Continue, You Know, To Eat At The Same Ball Of Vomit Year After Year.

The More Settled I've Become, The More Problematic My Characters Have Become. There Was A Period When I Wrote Sensitive And Gentle Songs And These Came At A Time When Life Was At Its Most Destructive. I Think You Write About What You Need, On Some Level.

Sound Doesn't Always Have To Be Heard. Sound Can Also Be Created By How A Pattern Is Set Up On A Surface- How It Moves Across The Surface, How Light Reflects The Surface [and] Can Generate A Feeling. Sound Can Also Be Through Feeling, Through Color, Through Texture.

I've Had To Try And Find A Way Over The Years Of Writing Narratively That Doesn't Really Require You To Sit Down And Work Out What The Story's About. You're Brought Into A Sort Of Sequence Of Images That Have That Emotional Resonance, But It's Kind Of Irrelevant What The Actual Story Is. It's Taken Me Maybe 13 Albums Or Something To Work That Out.

Polly Jean, I Love You. I Love The Texture Of Your Skin, The Taste Of Your Saliva, The Softness Of Your Ears. I Love Every Inch And Every Part Of Your Entire Body. From Your Toes And The Beautifully Curved Arches Of Your Feet, To The Exceptional Shade And Warmth Of Your Dark Hair. I Need You In My Life, I Hope You Need Me Too.