Arbeit / Work Aus / Out Bringen / Bring Freude / Joy Karosserie / Body Menge / Lot Rhythmus / Rhythm Tanzen / Dance Trauer / Grief Traurigkeit / Sadness
I work grief and sadness out of my body when I dance, and I bring in joy and rhythm.
I bring out the worst in my enemies and that's how I get them to defeat themselves.
Being a widower is not that groovy when you lose someone you really love, and you have to go out and date again.
I'm wallowing in the whole idea of just being a guy out there with a band, with songs. It's a real enjoyment.
I find it's really hard for anybody to meet anyone. I'm not big on dates anyways. I still have to work that out.
None of us get to divorce ourselves from the world. We walk into the theater and bring all of our grief and our pain and our joy with us.
The great writers just kept bringing them out. They didn't care if they repeated themselves.
I'm working really hard to get the clarinet out of that hole, that Benny Goodman thing.
I love the 'Lost' ending. I stand by it, but there are a lot of people out there who hate it.
