Yeah I'm still writing. I've got about 14 tracks now. But we've been on tour so we haven't had time to get back to a rehearsal place.
It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.
I wasn't ever a massive David Essex fan, but I liked a few of his tracks, and Stardust was one of them.
We will be known forever by the tracks we leave.
Bands don't play the whole LP. They play a selection of the songs that they like.
We're not trying to be deliberately frustrating, but we are laying the tracks for a mystery, and it's one that we have all figured out. We wanted this to be kind of like the way that Cliff [Chang] and I felt about the Cold War in the '80s when we were 12.
I hear odd tracks from my albums every now and again on the radio, or maybe a friend plays me something.
I love Mario Kart.
My greatest trouble is getting the curtain up and down.
When you think about the NASCAR brand, it resonates everywhere. They have the No. 1 sports brand.
I think people in electronic music are trying to get these big features: 'Oh my gosh, I'm gonna get the biggest pop star to feature on my track.'
Every small boy wanted to be a steam engine driver when they grew up in the old days, including me. There's something very special about them - the noise, the smell, the steam coming out everywhere.
As a child I found railroad stations exciting, mysterious, and even beautiful, as indeed they often were.
But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.
The second album of Black Mages is currently in the process of recording and the basic tracks have already been completed. Hopefully sometime in the future we will be able to have a concert.
There's something about the sound of a train that's very romantic and nostalgic and hopeful.
For me, I always think of the image of sweeping out my footprints as I walk through a scene.
Go with your love to the fields. Lie down in the shade. Rest your head in her lap. Swear allegiance to what is nighest your thoughts. As soon as the generals and the politicos can predict the motions of your mind, lose it. Leave it as a sign to mark the false trail, the way you didn't go. Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.
I love to drive, especially on tracks, where I go a lot faster.
And there is the headlight, shining far down the track, glinting off the steel rails that, like all parallel lines, will meet in infinity, which is after all where this train is going.
All these tracks you have memories at, all of them, Daytona included.
