In 1986 my parents took me to a strip show in Las Vegas. As I was only 9 at the time I had no idea what all these women were doing. Theatrical nudity with a saccharine soundtrack of saxophony. It was all too much. Now, whenever I am writing, that incident always pops into my head. It makes me want to expose and dispose of my musical material as teasingly as those spangly strippers lost their clothes.

Japanese food also exerts a strong influence over my music. Sugar, sake and soy sauce are often used in equal measure in the same dish. This unlikely marriage of salt and sweet heightens the taste. I always have a problem finishing pasta, particularly carbonara and other cream based dishes. Although filling, I find the homogenous taste doesn't hold my interest for the duration of the meal. Then my attention begins to wander and I think of my vacation in Nevada and then music. I think Music is the same as food.

One night, over some pasta asciutta I decided that this piece should be like japanese food. In Blue Sky Falling you can taste a slight sweetness and a few hot spices bound together by the deep taste of soy sauce.