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You Want Your Parents To Say, "hey, I'm Proud Of You." When You Don't Hear That, You Learn To Compensate. You Say, "hell, I Don't Need Their Approval. If I Get My Music Right, I'll Have Everyone Else's Approval." I Didn't Understand It Then, But I Now Know That's What Happened To Me.

Making A Record Is Like Painting A School Bus With A Toothbrush

My Daddy Was A Carpenter That Worked With The Jones Boys, Who Are The Most Notorious In America. The Black Gangsters, You Know, They Were No Joke. And He Was Their Master Carpenter. He Used To Build Their Homes, And All I Saw When I Was 11 Years Old Were Dead Bodies And Tommy Guns And Stogies, And Backrooms, You Know, Drexel Wine And Liquor, With The Big Piles Of Money Underneath.

Editing While You're Writing Is Like Strangling The Baby In The Crib.

You Can Study Orchestration, You Can Study Harmony And Theory And Everything Else, But Melodies Come Straight From God.