I Had Gone Full-on Folkie; I'd Had

The Meanings Get Lost And The Teachings Get Tossed And You Don't Know What You're Going To Do Next.

I'm Not The Quiet Sensitive Little Guy I Was. I Can't Be. There's Just Too Much After Me.

It Seems Like Bluegrass People Have More Great Stories To Tell Than Other Musicians

The Dogs, And Home, Privacy Is My Constant.

For Those Two Years In College I Was Constantly Singing And Writing And Playing In Coffee Houses And Stuff.