And She Moves Among The

Stars Have Their Moments Then They Die.

I Know When I Sit With My Band Members And We're Playing Back A Song That We've Done, I Know That They're Experiencing It In A Completely Different Way And Hearing Stuff That They're Alerted To Because The Way The Interpret The World Is Through Their Ears. Mine Is Through My Eyes.

Some Are Exploring The World Through The Subconscious. I've Done That On Occasions For Various Reasons, Whether It Be Illness Or Self Abuse, Or Whatever. Once Things Start To Look Grotesque I Don't Write Them Or Sing Them. I Couldn't Write Them - Making Nightmares Into Living Daylight...the Minute It Gets Dark I Shoot Back, Retreat.

Music Is Storming, Driving, Relentless, Devotional, Slinky, Subtle, Heartbreakingly-beautiful Sounds That, Lyrically, Switch From The Cynical To The Sanguine, The Defeated To The Defiant, Dealing In Love, War, Beauty, Children, Romance, Rejection, Pethedine, Poetry, Panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, Cold Potatoes, Too-much-money, Not Enough Money, Writer’s Block, Flowers, Animals And More Flowers. But Maybe I’m Projecting Here.

To My Undying Shame, I Do Read Reviews. I Don't Read Them All, But I Like To Get Some Kind Of Idea How Things Are Going.