The dream world of sleep and the dream world of music are not far apart. I often catch glimpses of one as I pass through a door to the other, like encountering a neighbor in the hallway going into the apartment next to one’s own. In the recording studio, I would often lie down to nap and wake up with harmony parts fully formed in my mind, ready to be recorded. I think of music as dreaming in sound.
When the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby, it helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky.
We've got blue light, we've got all this light flooding our bedrooms and things blinking, and you can't get a decent night's sleep.
Up until about a hundred years ago, the world was dark at night. You got to have a real night so you could sleep.
