I know people who grow old and bitter. I want to keep making a fresh start. I don't want them to defeat me. That would be suicidal.

I prefer the mystic clouds of nostalgia to the real thing, to be honest.

It was physically difficult, adjusting to wheelchair life, but I remember a great relief and happiness that I was finally getting somewhere, finding musicians to work with that were sympathetic.

I play music a lot but on my own mostly, so it was nice to be around other people. There was a certain sense a relief in the physical act of just playing and being with other musicians.

I don't do live things.

In theory, I'd like to work in a group. But the group I'd like to work in, all the musicians in them are long since dead.