I look back on Joy Division very fondly indeed. I know that, of course, the band came to a tragic end, but that does not change the fact that Joy Division was a great band to be a part of.
Country music runs through my veins. I love it very much.
Every day I feel different about music, but what never changes is my love for it.
But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.
I worship pianos like they are prize diamonds, and I never willfully do damage to them. But I grew up playing guitars, and you treat a guitar like a best friend or a little brother or a lover you have a tempestuous relationship with.
Music from my fourth year began to be the first of my youthful occupations. Thus early acquainted with the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, I became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me.
We play the instruments we love.
I love the French horn.
I loved music from earliest childhood - from as long as I can remember.
I love my Fender Rhodes. It's been a part of my family since that keyboard came out, and I've had it reworked so that it's in the best condition it's actually ever been in. That is my baby.
When you're a young person, the solace one can get from popular music is something I just have tremendous nostalgia for, affection for. I still have it.
The mixtapes, and a lot of our music, it comes from a place of fandom and appreciation and of respect and of nodding toward stuff that we feel really affectionate towards.
