The foot can march or it can dance, but it cannot stand still until end-stopped.
I love playing. If it was down to just that, it would be utopia.
You can't expect to be the same person you were three years ago. Some people expect you to be and can't come to terms with the fact that if a year has elapsed between LPs, that means one year's worth of changes. The material consequently is affected by that, the lyrics are affected by that. . . the music too.
This week, I'm a gypsy. Maybe next week it'll be glitter rock.
I'm at my best when I'm exhausted and under pressure.
There's a very old recording maxim that goes, 'Distance makes depth. ' I've used that a hell of a lot-whether it's tracking guitars or the whole band. People are used to close-miking amps, but I'd have a mic out around the back, as well, and then balance the two. Also, you shouldn't have to use EQ in the studio if the instruments sound right. You should be able to get the right tones simply with the science of microphone placement.
I'm not a guitarist as far as a technician goes, I just pick it up and play it. Technique doesn't come into it.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
I do a lot of cultural material that's based on my traveling around the world. I basically just report what I've seen and where I've been.
When you protect yourself from pain, be sure you do not protect yourself from love.
Strider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not true, he thought then. The portrait was a weapon, too. Of seduction. In it Strider was utterly naked and whisking through the cloads like an avenging angel. He was holding a teddy bear in one hand and a stream of pink ribbons in the other. Anya had given him the nearly life-size monstrasity as a joke. But the joke was on her. He loved the thing.