These Are The Days Of Miracle And

All I've Got To Do Today Is Smile.

It's Pointless To Be Critical Of Your Stuff Once It's Done. I Don't Spend A Lot Of Time Agonising Over It. It's Of No Importance Once It's Finished.

The Trick Is, As I Know It, Is To Care Like Hell And Not Give A Damn At The Same Time.

Every Time The Industry Gets Powerful, And Corporate Thinking Dominates What The Music Is, Then The Music Really Pales.

Maybe The Heart Is Part Of The Mist. And That's All That There Is Or Could Ever Exist. Maybe And Maybe And Maybe Some More. Maybe's The Exit That I'm Looking For.