Even Though I Live In America More,

The Press Is Like Any Business. Its A Group Of Really Intelligent Individuals That Ends Up Being One Slathering, One-eyed, Drooling Monster.

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.

My Job Is To Be Some Sort Of Music/lyric Psychic, To Figure Out That That's The Right Song To Not Fight The Lyric.

I Do Have That Mindset - That Most Good Art Comes From Some Turmoil, From Someone Trying To Come To Some Equilibrium, Or Come Up And Get A Breath.

I Have Manic Energy. What Can Be Done About It? I Don't Know What To Say Sometimes. I'm Professional In Public, But I Like To Stay Inside And Be A Hermit.