Because I Write Very Simply, But Inside

Notes Don't Make Music Until You Learn To Insert Silence Between Them.

Next Door, There's An Old Man Who Lived To His Nineties And One Day Passed Away In His Sleep. And His Wife, She Stayed For A Couple Of Days And Passed Away. I'm Sorry, I Know That's A Strange Way To Tell You That I Know We Belong.

I Divorce Myself From Listeners Who Aren't Tolerant Of Humor. I Did Notice Universally That, Especially When It Comes To Weight, People Look In The Mirror And Get The Angle Just Right, Tell Themselves It's All Right, And Then They Go Out.

If The Melody Is Telling Me This Is What The Song Is About, Then I'm Sort Of Forced Into Confession, Autobiography Or Fantasy. If I Don't Do That, I've Hamstrung The Melody.

When Someone Really Goes To Tell You Something About What They're Thinking, They're Going To Wear That Experience With Them. That's What You Have To Share.