Sporadic thoughts will pop into my head and I'll have to go write something down, and the next thing you know I've written a whole song in an hour.
If producing a regular column is living out loud, then keeping a daily blog is living at the top of your lungs. For a couple of months there, I was shrieking like a banshee.
Art is visceral and vulgar - it's an eruption.
By the time I got writing 'Halcyon,' I was on a roll, and I realized I had so much to write about, I realized I had so much built up inside that I couldn't really alleviate before, and then all of a sudden it was like reservoir burst.
It is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.
Sometimes when you get frustrated, your back is against the wall, and you come out fighting and knock out three songs in as many days.
I think what you see [in Salome the play backstage] is an artist having this fit of temperament.
A passion-driven exultant man sings out Sentences that he has never thought.
Pain makes hens and poets cackle.
A song is the exultation of the mind dwelling on eternal things, bursting forth in the voice.
Whenever society gets too stifling and the rules too complex, there's some sort of musical explosion.
