Every Country Can Be Defined

My Brother Died Of Cancer Two Years Ago (1998), Renal Cell Carcinoma. He Was My Only Real Brother And I Didn't Know What To Do. I'd Never Been So Desperate In My Life.

I Started Imagining This Whole Different World. It Was A Society Of Musicians, A Family I Hoped I Could Belong To One Day.

We Stole A Box Of Honey Jars One Time And Went Out In The Woods And Took Care Of The Whole Box. I Don't Think I Touched Honey Again For 20 Years. I Never Wanted To See Honey Again.

I Got In The School Band And The School Choir. It All Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks, Everything Just Came Out. I Played Percussion For A While, And Stayed After School Forever Just Tinkering Around With Different Things, The Clarinets And The Violins.

The Process Is The Most Beautiful Part.