My mom had this romantic notion of her children playing classical music. The idea is you learn it when you're still learning language. It's using the same part of the brain.

You travel with the hope that something unexpected will happen. It has to do with enjoying being lost and figuring it out and the satisfaction. I always get a little disappointed when I know too well where I'm going, or when I've lived in a place so long that there's no chance I could possibly get lost.

I don't write poetry and then strum some chords and then fit the words on top of the chords.

My favorite literature to read is fairly dry history. I like the framework, and my imagination can do the rest.