Turn Your Head Away From The Screen,

I Think I Would Really Lay Down And Die. Music Comes From A Very Primal, Twisted Place. When A Person Sings, Their Body, Their Mouth, Their Eyes, Their Words, Their Voice Says All These Unspeakable Things That You Really Can't Explain But That Mean Something Anyway. People Are Completely Transformed When They Sing; People Look Like That When They Sing Or When They Make Love. But It's A Weird Thing—at The End Of The Night I Feel Strange, Because I Feel I've Told Everybody All My Secrets.

When All Of This Music Sounds Like You Know What You Want To Say, Then It Will Have Been Of All Worth, Ever. You Will Be Something Complete Unto Yourself, Present And Unique.

Your Soul Can Fly Outward, Stringed To Your Ribcage Like A Shimmering Kite In The Shape Of An Open Hand. Be Still And Listen To The Evidence Of Your Own Holiness.

Sometimes If Somebody You Feel You Need... The Whole Universe Tells You That You Have To Have Her, You Start Watching Her Favorite Tv Shows All Night, You Start Buying Her The Things She Needs, You Start Drinking Her Drinks, You Start Smoking Her Bad Cigarettes, You Start Picking Up Her Nuances In Her Voice, You Sleep In Safe Sometimes The Most Dangerous Thing... This Is Called Mojo Pin.

The People Who Raised Me Musically Are My Mother, Who Is A Classically Trained Pianist, And My Stepfather.