On The One Hand, I've Had Such

I Find It Upsetting To See The Erosion Of Manners. It's Very Scary. Where Are The 'pleases' And 'thank Yous?'

Dad Was A Hypocrite. He Could Talk About Peace And Love To The World But He Could Never Show It To His Wife And Son.

For Me My Work Is Always Being Compared To My Heritage. It Has Been Quite A Challenge Unto Itself Just To Drop Into My Voice And Develop My Individuated Sound.

I Love To Sit On A Mountain Top And Gaze. I Don't Think Of Anything But The People I Care About And The View.

I Know That Dad Was An Idol To Millions Who Grew Up Loving His Music And His Ideals. But To Me He Wasn't A Musician Or A Peace Icon, He Was The Father I Loved And Who Let Me Down In So Many Ways. After The Age Of Five, When My Parents Separated, I Saw Him Only A Handful Of Times, And When I Did He Was Often Remote And Intimidating. I Grew Up Longing For More Contact With Him But Felt Rejected And Unimportant In His Life. ... ... While Dad Was Fast Becoming One Of The Wealthiest Men In His Field, Mum And I Had Very Little And She Was Going Out To Work To Support Us.