What comes to mind when I think of that word? Strangely, I’d have to say it’s that book I read when I was a child – The Indian In The Cupboard. I don’t remember exactly what it was all about but I do remember that it wasn’t the cupboard that magically brought the Indian to […]
I don’t really know what my muse is. Some people say it’s their significant other… that seems a bit silly to me. I guess it changes every time I sit down to write a song. Sometimes it’s a person, a feeling… or sometimes I just see it when I look out the window.