I Can Bear A Lot But Not

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.

I Give Away Cds At Shows If Someone Wants A Cd But Doesn't Have Any Money. I Wouldn't Want To Do That Forever.

Never Get So Attached To A Poem That You Forget Truth That Lacks Lyricism.

I Recorded Harp First Or Singing First. I Recorded It All Together. Part Of The Reason Is That I Don't Know How To Play The Songs Without Also Singing. I Forget How They Progress. I Don't Think That Any Of Them Are Verse, Chorus, Verse, And So On. They Are Not Simple.

I Never Thought People Would Be Mortally Offended By The Sounds I Was Making.