Poor, dear God. Playing Idiot's Delight. The game that never means anything, and never ends.
I had a big background in listening to classical music and I started trying to compose, like I was playing the guitar but I heard an orchestra in my head.
There is something about guitars—maybe something magical—when played right, which evokes past, mysterious, barely-conscious sentiments, both individual and universal.
When I play, I very quickly put myself into a light hypnotic trance and compose while playing, drawing directly from the emotions.
I just want to be treated like an average guy.
How can I be a folk? I'm from the suburbs you know.
But I say these things in an objective dispassionate manner because, you know, and I can't explain why, but being one of the greatest guitarists in the world simply is not very important to me.
What if the person you were meant to be with could never be yours?
My photographs don't go below the surface. They don't go below anything. They're readings of the surface. I have great faith in surfaces. A good one is full of clues.
The easiest way to meet people is to just look like someone who is willing to listen.
Adapt your techniques to an idea, not an idea to your techniques.