Love Is A Word. A Sound. Its

Just Because It's A Bad Job Doesn't Mean I Need To Do It Badly.

Death And Disaster Are At Our Shoulders Every Second Of Our Lives, Trying To Get At Us. Missing, A Lot Of The Time. A Lot Of Miles On The Motorway Without A Front Wheel Blow-out. A Lot Of Viruses That Slither Through Our Bodies Without Snagging. A Lot Of Pianos That Fall A Minute After We've Passed. Or A Month, It Makes No Difference. So Unless We're Going To Get Down On Our Knees And Give Thanks Every Time Disaster Misses, It Makes No Sense To Moan When It Strikes.

It Gets On Top Of Me And I Get Frustrated.

Celebrity Is Absolutely Preposterous. Entertainment Seems To Be Inflating. It Used To Be The Punctuation To Your Life, A Film Or A Novel Or A Play, A Way Of Celebrating A Good Week Or Month. Now It Feels As If It's All Punctuation.

I Would Just Hear Piano Players And I Would Hear Music, And Just Think - I Don't Just Want To Sit Here And Passively Listen; I Want To Get Inside It.