Hamlet Got A Gun Now.

It Is The Haunted Premises Of Longing That The True Love Song Inhabits. It Is A Howl In The Void, For Love And For Comfort And It Lives On The Lips Of The Child Crying For His Mother. It Is The Song Of The Lover In Need Of Her Loved One, The Raving Of The Lunatic Supplicant Petitioning His God...the Love Song Is The Sound Of Our Endeavors To Become God-like, To Rise Up And Above The Earthbound And The Mediocre.

I'm Not In The Business Of Telling People What To Do. I'm Much More In The Business Of Describing Things, Situations And Stuff Like That And Leaving Them Out There, And You Can Make Up Your Minds About Them.

The Older I Get, The More I Feel Those Kinds Of Ghosts - Especially The Women In My Life - Moving Out Of The Shadows A Bit More And Becoming More Present In My Life.

Look, When I Look Back, From 20 Onwards, I Was Actually Having A Pretty Good Time, I Have To Say.

The Body Becomes The Carrier For The Work. It's Not Really About The Physical Body; It Really Becomes The Apparatus That Carries And Moves The Work. I Don't Really Consider The Body As Much; I Look At It As A Tool.