Everybody Has Their Own Level Of Doing

My Feeling Is That The Beaches Should Belong To Everybody. Nobody Should Be Able To Build Anything. It Causes Erosion. It's A Bad Thing Altogether.

Mainly, When I Ran Into Emmylou Harris, That Was It, You Know? We Could Finish Each Other's Sentences Musically, And Personally, Too. We Have A Very Shared, Similar Sensibility. And That Was A Friendship That Really Opened Up A Tremendous Number Of Musical Doors For Me.

I Can't Sing Half As Well As Claudia Lennear. Hats Off To Her, But Somehow, Things Happened For Me.

When You Sing The Same Song Over And Over And Over Again, It Stops Meaning What It Originally Meant To You. It Starts Sounding Like White Noise, Or My Washing Machine.

Someone Once Asked Me Why People Sing. I Answered That They Sing For Many Of The Same Reasons The Birds Sing. They Sing For A Mate, To Claim Their Territory, Or Simply To Give Voice To The Delight Of Being Alive In The Midst Of A Beautiful Day. Perhaps More Than The Birds Do, Humans Hold A Grudge. They Sing To Complain Of How Grievously They Have Been Wronged, And How To Avoid It In The Future. They Sing To Help Themselves Execute A Job Of Work. They Sing So The Subsequent Generations Won’t Forget What The Current Generation Endured, Or Dreamed, Or Delighted In.