Listening to my regular favourites - Mozart Beethoven Brahms and so on - I always feel quite misguidedly that nothing can be too bad if such beauty and brilliance exists in the world.
It is a sobering thought that when Mozart was my age he had been dead for two years.
I'd get kicked out of buildings all day long people would rip up my business card in my face. It's a humbling business to be in. But I knew I could sell and I knew I wanted to sell something I had created. I cut the feet out of those pantyhose and I knew I was on to something. This was it.