I Love Anything That Haunts

Love, Anger, Depression, Joy And Dreams. ...and Zeppelin. Totally.

I Prefer The Band Situation. I Prefer The Relationship. Music Is Meant To Be That Way. It's Meant To Be Interdependent.

I Think I Would Really Lay Down And Die. Music Comes From A Very Primal, Twisted Place. When A Person Sings, Their Body, Their Mouth, Their Eyes, Their Words, Their Voice Says All These Unspeakable Things That You Really Can't Explain But That Mean Something Anyway. People Are Completely Transformed When They Sing; People Look Like That When They Sing Or When They Make Love. But It's A Weird Thing—at The End Of The Night I Feel Strange, Because I Feel I've Told Everybody All My Secrets.

Words Are Beautiful But Restricted. They're Very Masculine, With A Compact Frame. But Voice Is Over The Dark, The Place Where There's Nothing To Hang On: It Comes From A Part Of Yourself That Simply Knows, Expresses Itself, And Is.

Love Is Not A Victory March, It's A Cold And It's A Broken Hallelujah.