As I Started Writing About Loss And

I Wanted To Be A Songwriter.i Didn't So Much Want To Be A Performer.i More Grew Into That Just From Being A Songwriter.

Well, The First Year I Lost My Voice I Didn't Mind So Much Because I Was Going To Have A Baby And I Was Distracted With Him Anyway, I Didn't Even Think About It That Much, Well, Ok, This Is What's Happening.

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

Because I Was Starting Out In My 20's. I Wanted To Do It On My Own. I Didn't Want To Use My Dad Or Have People Say I Was Using Him.

I Was Angry At My Parents When I Had To Have Brain Surgery, That They Weren't Still Around, Because No Matter How Old You Are You Want You Parents When You're Going Through Something Like That.