At School I Was An Anti-magnet For

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

It Was About The Preciousness Of That, And How They Viewed Those Birds As Art, As Something Valuable. I Didn't Care One Way Or Another Back Then, But Now, Thinking About My Grandparents - Who Are Still Alive But Getting Older - I See The Birds As Sort Of Time Capsules. Now I Go Home During The Holidays And They Hold A Lot Of Weight In Terms Of Nostalgia And Memory. Now They Mean Everything.

I've Always Hated Narrative Songs. I Hate Those Songs Where, Basically, It's An Unfolding Of A Story.

If I'm Hanging Around Too Much, My Wife And Kids Say, 'hey, Why Don't You Go Downstairs And Start A New Novel?'

It's Always A Risky Business Inviting Somebody On Stage. You Never Know What They're Going To Do. I Try To Avoid Letting People Join Me Onstage Because It Can Be Very Distracting, And Overly Theatrical.