The Melody Is Generally What The Piece

I Don't Compose. I Assemble Materials.

Inspiration May Be A Form Of Superconsciousness, Or Perhaps Of Subconsciousness - I Wouldn't Know. But I Am Sure It Is The Antithesis Of Self-consciousness.

I Adore Extravagance But I Abhor Waste.

The Whole Problem Can Be Stated Quite Simply By Asking "is There A Meaning To Music?" My Answer Would Be, "yes", And "can You State In So Many Words What The Meaning Is?" My Answer To That Would Be "no."

Music That Is Born Complex Is Not Inherently Better Or Worse Than Music That Is Born Simple.