An Unhappy Mother Does Not Raise A

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

I Couldn't See Passion As A Bad Thing.

Applause, Applause, Life Is Our Cause.

I Thrive On Change. That's Probably Why My Chord Changes Are Weird, Because Chords Depict Emotions. They'll Be Going Along On One Key And I'll Drop Off A Cliff, And Suddenly They Will Go Into A Whole Other Key Signature. That Will Drive Some People Crazy, But That's How My Life Is.