When a song gets its legs and begins to come to me, this is the euphoric hook that keeps me wanting to continue.

I wish I had a nickel for every song that I've left in the bathroom, written down on a matchbox, or just totally forgotten about.

When I was about 3, my grandfather used to give me and my sister a nickel to sit out on the front porch with him and sing songs.

If I have an idea, I write it down, although I usually carry a little dictation machine with me because I'm too lazy to write.

He said 'I'm going to chop off the bottom of one of your trouser legs and put it in a library. I thought, "That's a turn-up for the books."

The phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from companies wanting to integrate their products with NDS,