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When The Spirit Of Child's Play Enters Into The Creative Process, It's A Wonderful Force And Something To Be Nurtured.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

Unlike Some Of My Peers, I Haven't Really Hit A Writer's Block. When I Hit A Block I Just Paint, Which Is An Old Crop Rotation Trick.

We'll Laugh And Toast To Nothing, And Smash Our Empty Glasses Down.

In Some Ways, My Gift For Music And Writing Was Born Out Of Tragedy, Really, And Loss.