I Don't In Any Sense Think Of

In London, I've Always Lived Within 10 Miles Of Where I Was Born. You See, There Is Something Called A Spirit Of Place, And My Place Happens To Be London, At Least Once A Fortnight.

There Is A Word In Old English Which Belongs Wholly To That Civilization - "dustsceawung," Meaning Contemplation Of Dust. It Is A True Image Of The Anglo-saxon Mind, Or At Least An Echo Of That Consciousness Which Considered Transcience And Loss To Be Part Of The Human Estate; It Was A World In Which Life Was Uncertain And The Principal Diety Was Fate Or Destiny Or "wyrd."

The Ordinary Routines Of Life Are Never Chronicled By The Historian, But They Make Up Almost The Whole Of Experience.

I Don't Find Myself Interesting As A Person And The Details I Find Boring, Quite Frankly. You Could Sum It Up In A Few Words Or Sentences Really: Came From Nothing. Self-educated. Luck. Energy. Curiosity. Ambition. That's It. Nothing At All Can Illuminate The Work As Far As I Can Tell.

I Have Always Believed That The Material World Is Governed By Nonmaterial Sources, So That In That Sense 'english Music' Is An Exercise In The Spiritual As Well As The Material. I Have Always Been Attracted To The Gothic And Spiritual Imagination, And I've Always Been Interested In Visionaries.