I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I just find it thrilling, especially when I totally lock in to the person that I am doing and I'm really flying... I suppose I am hiding myself when I sing as these other people.
Those who gave away their wings are sad not to see them fly.
We know that creative people have all sorts of demons.
I don't know if it is a spiritual, physiological or psychological phenomenon, but I believe now more than ever that singing is a universal, built-in mechanism designed to cultivate empathy and compassion.
It may be that that we can sing what we often cannot say, whether it be from shyness, fear, lack of the right words or the passion or dramatic gift to express them. More souls have rallied to more causes by the strains of music than by straining rhetoric.
Some of us must wait for the best human gifts until we come to heavenly places. Our natural desire for musical utterance is perhaps a prophecy that in a perfect world we shall all know how to sing.
My music has to do with beauty, and it's intended to, if not lift the spirits, then be a kind of a balm to the spirits.
People have this perception of soul music of somebody shouting.
The sound of a million butterflies flapping their wings is indescribable. It's very heavenly.
I'm the least spiritual person in the world. I can't even abide a smelly candle. I know it's meant to make me relax, and that immediately makes my hackles rise.