I’ve never felt anything that moves me as much as my piano. I’m an emotional player. I don’t really like people. I prefer my piano to people. It’s totally reliable and it’s alive. I can hear what it’s saying.
The word ‘confession,’ to me, means needing to be absolved. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m not asking people to understand. I’d like to think that I tell stories and sometimes my life weaves through it.
The romantic myth of the artist says that you are the Source. I have no illusion about that. Native Americans don’t believe they are the Source. They have access to the Source. Endless access. But don’t get confused.
I’m not like a poker player. I’m not into bluff. My way is to look someone in the eye and tell them the way I’m intending to go. My cards are always on the table.
I am finding that vulnerability gives me great strength, because you’re not hiding anymore. It’s really about being a pioneer for myself, going into the places where I am not being taught. I have to teach myself.
There’s a richness to the old works if you look before the 1950s. The chord progressions and the language was more complicated, especially in the jazz and classical world.
