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There's Something About Music That Encourages People To Want To Know More About The Person That Made It, And Where It Was Recorded, What Year It Was Done, What They Were Listening To, And All This Kind Of Stuff. There's Something That Invites All This Obsessive Behavior.

Facts Are Simple And Facts Are Straight. Facts Are Lazy And Facts Are Late. Facts All Come With Points Of View. Facts Don't Do What I Want Them To. Facts Just Twist The Truth Around. Facts Are Living Turned Inside Out.

I Like To Combine The Dramatic Emotional Warmth Of Strings With The Grooves And Body Business Of Drums And Bass.

I Resent The Implication That I'm Less Of A Musician And A Worse Person For Not Appreciating Certain Works.

Body Odor Is The Window To The Soul.