My mother speaks of my step being a source of life-long pain to her, that it is a living death, etc. By the same post I had several letters from anxious relatives, telling me that it was my duty to come home and thus ease my mother's anxiety.
“Actually, I don't think there's anyone that represents the artists, except the artists themselves.”
“There's usually a rhythm and a melody in my head, and that creates an emotional state.”