I used to be monastic, almost. Now I'm like a Tibetan that has discovered hamburgers and television. I'm catching up on Americana.

I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.

My life came down to being a granny and watching a lot of television.

I've looked at life from both sides now From up and down, and still somehow It's life's illusions I recall I really don't know life at all.

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.

White rhythm is waltzes, marches, and the polka. In Africa, rhythm is used for a celebratory groove, but white rhythm doesn't have such an enormous vocabulary of spirits. It's basically militant.