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Music Is Like Comedy In That You Can Enjoy A Very - For Want Of Abetter Word - Sophisticated Classical Piece As Much As You Enjoy Something That's Very Simple Pop.

Moving Stranger, Does It Really Matter, As Long As You're Not Afraid To Feel? Touch Me, Hold Me. How My Open Arms Ache! Try To Fall For Me.

50 Words Of Snow Just Didn't Seem To Have The Complications That Quite A Lot Of Albums Have. It Felt To Me Like It Had This Very Good Flow Of Energy.

Artists Shouldn't Be Made Famous. They Have This Huge Aura Of Almost God-like Quality About Them, Just Because Their Craft Makes A Lot Of Money. And At The Same Time It Is A Forced Importance... It Is Man-made So The Press Can Feed Off It.

Sometimes When I Look Back On Myself On Those Earlier Records, There Was So Much Effort Going In, So Much Trying. With This, I Was Trying To Make It Much More Laid Back.