Most social acts have to be understood in their setting, and lose meaning if isolated.
A lot of bad behavior in singers is caused by nerves.
Music was language in our house. It was air. . . . . I feel certain that if I absorbed any lessons at all in the first months and years of my life, they must have been about the work that went into making a beautiful sound.
I enjoy the more floaty, exposed, elegant singing.
I haven't really been able to transfer into that extraordinarily other worldly creature, other than I hope on stage.
I don't like to sing loud.
I would love to do more private concerts.
Any job very well done that has been carried out by a person who is fully dedicated is always a source of inspiration.
Life is good, after all. . . and that's what stays with me, even now, even when I'm about to be packed off to Poland.
Flat muscled and honey coloured. Sea secrets in his eyes. A silver raindrop in his ear.
I always knew I was going to be a family man.