I live in the backwoods, with my misery, with my wife or husband, with my children and the dirty little gods and temples. Somebody comes along and says, ‘Please, for your own happiness, do this.’ And I go at it, and one morning it touches me – by some miracle, it touches me – and that is enough; that is my music, that is my god. You have maybe many more advantages, you may have a much richer expression, you may have much more, but you and I are the same when that touches.