" I get up at four thirty. My alarm is set for four thirty. Sometimes I sleep through it. But when I am good to myself, I get up at four thirty, get dressed, go down to a zendo (meditation hall) not far from here. And while the others, I suppose, are moving toward enlightenment, I am working on a song while I am sitting there. At a certain moment I can bring what I have learned at the zendo, the capacity to concentrate, I can bring it to bear on the lines that are eluding me.
Then I come back to the house after two hours. It is about six thirty now, quarter to seven. I brew an enormous pot of coffee and sit down in a very deliberate way, at the kitchen table or at the computer, and begin, first of all, to put down the lines that have come to me so that I don’t forget them. And then play the song over and over again, try to find some form.
Those are wonderful hours. Before the phone starts ringing, before your civilian life returns to you with all its bewildering complexities. It is a simple time in the morning. A wonderful, invigorating time".
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