Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was in the sauna in a house that burned down, so he had no idea anything was going on. It was very sad.
It’s astonishing what some women will put up with just to have a warm body. Some of the brightest women I know are just obsessed with that search. It’s very sad.