In Love We Are All Brothers And

Grace Is What Matters. In Anything. Especially Life, Especially Growth, Tragedy, Pain, Love, Death. About People, That's What Matters. That's A Quality I Admire Very Greatly. It Keeps You From Reaching For The Gun Too Quickly; It Keeps You From Destroying Things Too Foolishly; It Sort Of Keeps You Alive And Keeps You Open For More Understanding.

And Though The Meaning Fits, There's No Relief In This. I Miss My Beautiful Friend.

I Don’t Know, I Don’t Know That I’m Missing Anything. I Just Think Too Much Sometimes. Sometimes I’m Even Happy Because I’m So Engaged In The Thinking. But That’s The Great Thing About Performing, And Why It Is Also Sexual, Because In That Moment – Or In That Evening – I’m Completely In The Present For Once In My Life. Nothing That Came Before Or Anything That May Come After: Only What Matters Is Now. And That’s What Human Beings Crave.

My Favorite Kind Of Music Is The Stuff That Stops Time. You Put Something On To Sit There And Let An Experience Go Through You. To Look At Yourself Clearly Through A Song. It's True Of All Art, All Mediums, But For Some Reason Music Has A Direct Line Straight Into People.

Music Is My Mother And My Father; It Is My Work And My Rest...my Blood...my Compass...my Love.