Every Time I'm In The Woods, I

And There's A Wonderful Parable In The New Testament: The Sower Scatters Seeds. Some Seeds Fall In The Pathway And Get Stamped On, And They Don't Grow. Some Fall On The Rocks, And They Don't Grow. But Some Seeds Fall On Fallow Ground, And They Grow And Multiply A Thousandfold. Who Knows Where Some Good Little Thing That You've Done May Bring Results Years Later That You Never Dreamed Of?

I Was Working For Alan Lomax In The Library Of Congress Folk Song Archive, And Starting To Realize What A Wealth Of Different Kinds Of Music There Was In This Country That You Never Heard On The Radio.

The World Would Never Amount To A Hill Of Beans If People Didn't Use Their Imaginations To Think Of The Impossible.

My Dad, The Old Professor, Used To Say, 'never Get Into An Argument About What's Folk Music And What Isn't.'

I'd Really Rather Put Songs On People's Lips Than In Their Ears.