It Is The People Who Scream The

The New Record Started Out Being About Loss, But It's Morphed Into Being About How Relationships Go On Even Though One Person Is Not In A Body Anymore.

War Is Idiocy. We Live On A Small, Small Planet, And What We Do To Others Is What We Do To Ourselves

When I Was Eleven I Stopped Dreaming The Dreams That Didn't Come True, I Stopped Talking To People Who Didn't Listen, I Lost Hope And I Retreated. I Assumed That The Root Of The Problem Was That I Was Too Strange For The Real World. That Being The Case, I Created A Charming And Dynamic Personality To Make The Necessary Forays Into The Outside, And I Kept My Strangeness For Myself; My Own Peculiar Jewels Under Lock And Key.

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

No, My Step-daughter Just Opened A Theatre School For Children, I Have Another Daughter Who Works In The Record Industry And Another Who Is Going Back To Collage And I Have Two Little Ones At Home.