I Came To New York To Be

We Do Express Our Emotions, Our Reactions To Events, Breakups And Infatuations, But The Way We Do That - The Art Of It - Is In Putting Them Into Prescribed Forms Or Squeezing Them Into New Forms That Perfectly Fit Some Emerging Context. That’s Part Of The Creative Process, And We Do It Instinctively; We Internalize It, Like Birds Do. And It’s A Joy To Sing, Like The Birds Do.

I've Been Asking Myself: 'why Put Together These Things - Cds, Albums?' The Answer I Came Up With Is, Well, Sometimes It's Artistically Viable. It's Not Just A Random Collection Of Songs. Sometimes The Songs Have A Common Thread, Even If It's Not Obvious Or Even Conscious On The Artists' Part.

Analysis Is Like A Lobotomy. Who Wants To Have All Their Edges Shaved Off?

If I'm Feeling That I Have An Angle Or Something To Say Or Something Where In A Way I'm Having A Conversation With Myself, That's Immensely Pleasurable.

Frank Lloyd Wright... His Things Were Beautiful But Not Very Functional.