Analysis is like a lobotomy. Who wants to have all their edges shaved off?
If anything, a lot of electronic music is music that no one listens to at home, hardly. It's really only to be heard when everyone's out enjoying it.
I am an immigrant with a Green Card and, therefore, I am not eligible to vote in a federal election.
So there's no guarantee if you like the music you will empathize with the culture and the people who made it. It doesn't necessarily happen. I think it can, but it doesn't necessarily happen. Which is kind of a shame.
To shake your rump is to be environmentally aware.
The physical sensation of gliding with the wind in your face is exhilarating. That automatic activity of pedalling, when you have to be awake but not think too much, allows you to let subconscious thoughts bubble up, and things seem to just sort themselves out. And the adrenaline wakes you up if you weren't properly alert.
It's not always been a happy marriage. I guess I wanted a quick fix.
Frank Lloyd Wright... his things were beautiful but not very functional.
I've noticed a lot of younger artists have less fear of doing different sorts of things, whether it's various types of music, or gallery artists moving between video and sculpture and drawing.
I like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.
The Heads were the only band on that scene that had a groove.
I do seem to like to combine the dramatic emotional warmth of strings with the grooves and body business of drums and bass.
I'm guarded; I don't talk much.
When I was in high school, there were these British blues-rock-type bands with really good guitar players that would jam on one song for half an hour. And as much as I was amazed by some of those guitar players, seeing them prompted me to make a note that that's not something I could do.
Some folks believe that hardship breeds artistic creativity. I don't buy it. One can put up with poverty for a while when one is young, but it will inevitably wear a person down.
One knew in advance that life in New York would not be easy, but there were cheap rents in cold-water lofts without heat, and the excitement of being here made up for those hardships. I didn't move to New York to make a fortune.
Music was an experience, intimately married to your life. You could pay to hear music, but after you did, it was over, gone - a memory.
I'm afraid that everything will get homogenized and be the same.
I have trouble imagining what I could do that's beyond the practicality of what I can do.
All you needed was a couple of instruments and a few chords and you could be on an indie label.
