My music is neither radical nor experimental. Its vitality lies in the familiarity of genres, recollection of themes, and the unpretentious interpolation of the dance floor, the saloon and the iPhone. I’m a musical kleptomaniac like Stravinsky, recomposing standards through deviation as original art. Standard Deviation tempers the serious with the social, inviting listeners to come as they are. It opens the window to the street and lets in fresh air. And though it may aim slightly lower than the concert hall, what it concedes in erudition may hopefully be compensated in charm. If it succeeds, its reward is less and applause and more a smile.