When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.
Even though I have often recorded alone, I still feel the best music is made by musicians playing off each other.
The One, the Good, the True, and the Beautiful, these are what we call the transcendental attributes of Being, because they surpass all the limits of essences and are coextensive with Being.