Holding Still For A Moment, What A

I Try When I'm Writing To Fill My Head And My Ears With All Sorts Of Stuff And Then Let It Settle And Filter Through. At A Certain Point It Seems Like Fruitless Activity Because You're Taking A Lot Of Time And Not Seeming To Get Anything. And Then, Slowly, You Realize You've Actually Digested Elements And That Your Thinking Is Being Freed Up And The Way You Build Up Compositions Is Changed As A Result Of What You've Been Listening To.

I Hold The Line, The Line Of Strength That Pulls Me From The Fear.

I Think It Is The Weak And The Young And The Minorities That You Need To Look After To Get A Healthy Creative Environment - To Get A Lot Of Choices, A Lot Of Different Styles Of Music, A Lot Experimental Stuff That Everyone Else Feeds Off.

Holding Still For A Moment, What A Moment This Is, Oh For A Moment Of Forgetting, A Moment Of Bliss

Dream Big And Surround Yourself With Brilliance, Even If You End Up Dressed Up Like A Flower Or A Sexually Transmitted Disease.