I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don't see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven't recorded it.

There was this mountain village in Russia where my music was getting in on some German radio station. I remember this because music used to get up to Saskatchewan from Texas. Late at night after the local station closed down.

In some ways, my gift for music and writing was born out of tragedy, really, and loss.

I see music as fluid architecture.

To enjoy my music, you need depth and emotionality.