I never keep a scorecard or the batting averages. I hate statistics. What I got to know, I keep in my head.
In 1990, my wife and I were married in her village in southwestern Uganda. The festivities went on for three days, and all the while a couple of dozen gray-crowned cranes, with regal bonnets of sun-shot yellow feathers, were pecking and padding around in the adjacent savanna.
I really try to wake up with my music the same as I do with my life, and that is with no expectations. I just feel what I feel that day and follow it.
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