I have a very strange melodic gift: melodies come to me effortlessly.
The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.
Here is how I work: when I think that a film needs to have a principal theme, I search for a melody.
I would listen to something on the radio and try to tap out the melody, then the harmonies.
So I write melodies – thirty, forty, fifty – then I cast them off until I have just two or three. If only one is needed, I go see the director and ask him to decide.
I insist on a Steinway for my recordings, my concerts and my home. It is the only piano I want to hear my music played on.
My father had left behind an old piano. My sister was already going to school, my mother was out working, and I stayed at home alone with my adorable grandmother who understood nothing I said. It was so boring that I stayed at the piano all day long, and that saved my life.