How is it possible not to feel that there is communication between our solitude as a dreamer and the solitudes of childhood? And it is no accident that, in a tranquil reverie, we often follow the slope which returns us to our childhood solitudes.
Well, being the youngest child and frail, I was left alone a great deal of the time.
I grew up in a farm town in Indiana. In the early years I played by myself, because there were no other musicians around.
I grew up in this little city called Brampton. It's pretty suburban - there's not a lot going on. In my neighbourhood, specifically, there weren't a lot of other kids so I would just spend a lot of time inside.
I didn't really have many friends as a child.
I spent a lot of time alone; I left school to be tutored. So, most of my companions were animals. It's as simple as that. I knew more animals than I did people.
I was sort of a loner as a kid, so radio was where I turned for companionship. I loved the music and how the DJs talked about the artists and used words to paint pictures to evoke emotion.
I grew up in Michigan. I feel like a lot of my childhood was in solitude, in the woods or making tree forts.
