Swaying In The Wind

Francis Ford Coppola once said: “If you sit at an office every day, your muse will know where to find you.” I tried, but that doesn’t work. She comes when she wants to, where she wants to. Sometimes, she abandons me for months. But I no longer fear her absence. I know she’ll come back, that a song will befall me, at once, when I don’t expect it. I don’t need a room or an office, ‘cause I have my secret route, after eight years. It starts on 59th Street, follows the docks up to Canal Street, crosses the Chinese and Italian neighborhoods, then returns by the East Side… I’ve realized that for my mind to wander I must be in movement. I’ve come across Lou Reed many times, apparently he uses the same technique! I’ve always done this, since my childhood in Lake Placid, in Upstate New York, close to the Canadian frontier. So I’d go into the forest, alone by choice… It was very isolated, mountainous, very dark, one side of it was a bit Twin Peaks. Not surprisingly I feel at home in Lynch’s movies! Since I started, my music has been described as “Lynchian”. It seems we both have dark hearts.

What a weird piano.