I Believe That I Am Male And

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

Rationally I Have No Hope, Irrationally I Believe In Miracles.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

I Learned From Admiration And Osmosis.