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My Dad Had A Steady Job With A Really Major Dance Band From '54 Till '68, And Then Quit Because He Wanted To Play Different Music. He Wanted To Sing About Peace. He Believed In These Things.

I'm Drawing From Two Generations Back How To Think About Music, How To Think About Why You Travel To Make Music, What The Possible Pitfalls Of That Are For The Way Your Life Is Structured. The Good And Bad Of All Of It Get Into The Mix Of What's Created, What You're Creating.

I Can Write Orchestrations, But I Can't Sight-read Music And Play At The Same Time. I Don't Have Enough Facility.

There Are A Few Things That I Regret, But Nothing That I Need To Forget.

Don't Start Me Talking, I Could Talk All Night. My Mind Goes Sleepwalking While I'm Putting The World Right.