I Do A So-called Trip

My Mouth Is A Womb. My Teeth Are My Children. My Tongue Is Their Babysitter.

A Lot Of People Tend To Think That Because I Need All This Time On My Own In The Studio, That I Need Time On My Own, Period. And That's Not Really True.

There Is No Formula To It Because Writing Every Song, For Me, Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You And Make You Go, 'what's This?' You Play C, But Why Is It That One Day It Leads To G And It Didn't Yesterday? I Don't Know. It's Everything. It's The Walk You Take In The Morning, It's The Night Before, The Meeting With People, Landscapes, The Chats, All Of That Evolves In Some Way Into Melody, But I'm Not Sure How It's Going To Happen. I'm Dealing With The Unknown All The Time And That Is Exciting.

Over In The Uk, The Music Press Can Be Brutal. They Can Say Wonderful Things About You One Week, And The Next Week, You're In The Can.

Hope Has A Place In A Lover's Heart.