In Real Life I'm Bone Dry And

It's About Realizing, Painfully, You've Kept That Voice Inside Yourself, Locked Away From Even Yourself. And You Step Back And See That Your Jailer Has Changed Faces. You Realize You've Become Your Own Jailer.

The Romantic Myth Of The Artist Says That You Are The Source. I Have No Illusion About That. Native Americans Don't Believe They Are The Source. They Have Access To The Source. Endless Access. But Don't Get Confused.

Things Go Wrong All The Time; You Can't Be Precious About It.

My Father Was Strict, But He Recognised My Ability And Got A Lot Of Flak From The Church For Supporting Me.

I Produce The Records. I Don't Hand Over Control To Some Really Expensive Producer Who Then Talks To The Record Company And Then Tries To Bend Me To Their Will - For Commercial Purposes.