My Dads Music Was A Great Inspiration

I Know That Dad Was An Idol To Millions Who Grew Up Loving His Music And His Ideals. But To Me He Wasn't A Musician Or A Peace Icon, He Was The Father I Loved And Who Let Me Down In So Many Ways. After The Age Of Five, When My Parents Separated, I Saw Him Only A Handful Of Times, And When I Did He Was Often Remote And Intimidating. I Grew Up Longing For More Contact With Him But Felt Rejected And Unimportant In His Life. ... ... While Dad Was Fast Becoming One Of The Wealthiest Men In His Field, Mum And I Had Very Little And She Was Going Out To Work To Support Us.

People Are Generally Badly Advised When They're Starting Out In The Creative Field.

Dad Once Said To Me That Should He Pass Away, If There Was Some Way Of Letting Me Know He Was Going To Be Ok - That We Were All Going To Be Ok - The Message Would Come To Me In The Form Of A White Feather. Then Something Happened To Me About Ten Years Ago When I Was On Tour In Australia. I Was Presented With A White Feather By An Aboriginal Tribal Elder, Which Definitely Took My Breath Away. One Thing For Sure Is That The White Feather Has Always Represented Peace To Me.

I Find It Upsetting To See The Erosion Of Manners. It's Very Scary. Where Are The 'pleases' And 'thank Yous?'

I've Found Constancy And Balance Between Creativity And Normality.