I imagine myself on a plinth, performing. My friends are watching me, relieved.

What I seek is total justification that my decision to be a performer is a good one. The only way I can think of doing this is by succeeding as much as possible at every interest I have, and then arriving at the emotive conclusion that nothing brings me more delight than music.

I spent the early part of this decade escaping the arts. I see the early part of next decade returning.