An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

The Blue Album, There’s Hardly A Dishonest Note In The Vocals. At That Period Of My Life, I Had No Personal Defenses. I Felt Like A Cellophane Wrapper On A Pack Of Cigarettes. I Felt Like I Had Absolutely No Secrets From The World And I Couldn’t Pretend In My Life To Be Strong. Or To Be Happy. But The Advantage Of It In The Music Was That There Were No Defenses There, Either.

You Know That It Never Has Been Easy Whether You Do Or Do Not Resign Whether You Travel The Breadth Of The Extremities Or Stick To Some Straighter Line.

How Does A Person Create A Song? A Lot Of It Is Being Open To Encounter And To Be In Touch With The Miraculous.

I Come From Pioneer Stock, Developers Of The West, People Who Went Out Into The Wilderness And Set Up Home With Nothing But A Pair Of Oxen.