Science's Job Is To Map Our Ignorance.

I’m Not All About Money, But, Like Most Musicians, I Am About Survival.

I Sense The World Might Be More Dreamlike, Metaphorical, And Poetic Than We Currently Believe--but Just As Irrational As Sympathetic Magic When Looked At In A Typically Scientific Way. I Wouldn't Be Surprised If Poetry--poetry In The Broadest Sense, In The Sense Of A World Filled With Metaphor, Rhyme, And Recurring Patterns, Shapes, And Designs--is How The World Works. The World Isn't Logical, It's A Song.

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.

Everything's Intentional. It's Just Filling In The Dots.

Another Elvis Will Not Come Along. He Got Wasted, But It's Alright.