As I lay me down to sleep This I pray That you will hold me dear Though I'm far away I'll whisper your name into the sky And I will wake up happy - Sophie B. Hawkins

It felt like spring time on this February morning
In a courtyard birds were singing your praise...

This documentary has lifted the lid off a coffin, and now I'm looking at stuff that I didn't know was there.

I used to be more dogmatic, more disciplined and segregated about my time to work; now I have to jump from one song to another, or score a scene in a movie, then get out the door for a performance at a moment's notice. The illusion of control over my schedule is totally obsolete. There is no way to say, "I can't do that right now." It's "Yes, thank you for the opportunity, whatever it takes to get the music out there."