We Are Like The Birds. We Adapt.

I Like To Combine The Dramatic Emotional Warmth Of Strings With The Grooves And Body Business Of Drums And Bass.

Creative Work Is More Accurately A Machine That Digs Down And Finds Stuff, Emotional Stuff That Will Someday Be Raw Material That Can Be Used To Produce More Stuff, Stuff Like Itself - Clay To Be Available For Future Use.

To Some Extent I Happily Don't Know What I'm Doing. I Feel That It's An Artist's Responsibility To Trust That.

Real Beauty Knocks You A Little Bit Off Kilter.

There's An Old Joke That You Know You're In Heaven If The Cooks Are Italian And The Engineering Is German. If It's The Other Way Around You're In Hell.