At last the stars are bright and shiny
When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city? Â Is it a full moon? Â How fast are the clouds moving? Â Could that be…? I used to drive to the… Read more ›
When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city? Â Is it a full moon? Â How fast are the clouds moving? Â Could that be…? I used to drive to the… Read more ›
I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream. Â A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›