For me music and writing go hand in hand. When I write I love nothing more than to listen to music. Somehow music can reach right into my soul, lightening quick. I admire musicians possibly more than any other artist firstly because it is something I don’t do myself therefore it has an even more mysterious quality. Sometimes I just plain wonder, how the hell did they come up with that?
I used to listen to a very special musician called Wendy Carlos on an obsessive basis some years ago. I still listen to her sometimes and for some reason she’s back in my thoughts again. She’s a pioneer composer, a master of the moog synthesizer, a wonderful gentle person and someone who takes music production to new heights. I can’t listen to Wendy without feeling that life has the possibility to turn to magic.