Today, as I write these words, we are just starting rehearsals for our next tour, and the best is yet to come. Rehearsals, as always, involve the beautiful adventure of going back to the beginning. The newest chapters in this book have yet to be written; the various untraveled labyrinths of the mind have yet to be discovered. Meanwhile, as the world continues on and as new experiences arise, there will be more material for this book.
But for now, I just want to outline a few memories from my life, and share them as if I were sitting in my living room among friends.
This is an expression of pure friendship and a sincere way of saying thanks to everyone who has supported my music over the years. I’m sure those are the people who have read up to this point. Others might only read certain sections in order to comment or criticize.
It’s honestly nothing personal—it’s just a fact of life. It’s not my job to write books. Not in the least. Since this idea was first proposed to me, I went through a number of stages. I felt that if I really did this, it would be for you to learn who I truly am, who it is behind the songs you hear at the concerts. Why I make the music I make, and why I think the way I think.
I feel it’s a risk for someone to expose his soul. In other words, after reading this—or at least after seeing it published—some people might not understand what I’m trying to say. Others will read it and connect even more deeply. Let’s just say it’s a risk I’m willing to take, and I’ll do it with love.