I Want To Be Ripped Apart By

I Have No Advice For Anybody; Except To, You Know, Be Awake Enough To See Where You Are At Any Given Time, And How That Is Beautiful, And Has Poetry Inside. Even Places You Hate.

The People Who Raised Me Musically Are My Mother, Who Is A Classically Trained Pianist, And My Stepfather.

Somebody Asked Me What I Wanted To Do. I Just Said I Wanted To…just To Give Back To It What It’s Given Me. And To Meet All The Other People That Are Doing It…just To Be In The World, Really.

Love Heals All Wounds And Not Just Time Alone.

But Music Seems To Me To Be The Most Closely Identified With My Soul. I Mean, I Feel That It’s The Best For Me. It Just Gets Into The Bloodstream So Quickly, For No Reason At All. You Can Close Your Heart, And You Can Sleep Even With Your Eyes Closed, But You Can Never Close Your Ears.