When all of this music sounds like you know what you want to say, then it will have been of all worth, ever. You will be something complete unto yourself, present and unique.
Turn your head away from the screen, my friend. It will tell you nothing more.
There’s no time for hatred, only questions. Where is love? Where is happiness? What is life? Where is peace?
I was captured by music at a really early age. I was really captured by it. Everything about it. It was my mother… It was my father… It was my play thing. It was my toy. It was the best thing in my life.
There is no good singing, there is only present and absent.
I don’t really need to be remembered. I hope the music’s remembered.
The words come from here. From memories, from dreams, from people I’ve known. I’m always writing and reflecting on life. I want to suck it all in.
I want to be ripped apart by music. I want it to be something that feeds and replenishes, or that totally sucks the life out of you. I want to be dashed against the rocks.
The most audacious thing I could possibly state in this day and age is that life is worth living. It’s worth being bashed against. It’s worth getting scarred by. It’s worth pouring yourself over every one of its coals.
Certain emotions just take you to the notes – being furious, heroic, sad, erotic, when rain comes.
I’m convinced I got signed because of who I am. And it makes me sad.
I’m convinced part of the reason I got signed is because of who I am, and it makes me sad.
Music was like my first real toy. I was an only child for a while, and I was alone a lot of the time – and I liked it. I still like being alone.