The curious beauty of African music is that it uplifts even as it tells a sad tale. You may be poor, you may have only a ramshackle house, you may have lost your job, but that song gives you hope.

We live in hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us.

I was hopeless, now I'm on Hope Road.

If we hold on together I know our dreams will never die. Dreams see us through to forever. Where clouds roll by for you and I.

My only contact with the outside world was an RCA Victrola, and Elvis would sing, and then I'd dream about expensive cars.

My dream was to not get a day job but to sleep, wake up and do my music. I want to keep that dream forever.