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Rick Rubin Said, Well, I Don't Know That We Will Sell Records. He Said, I Would Like You To Go With Me And Sit In My Living Room With A Guitar And Two Microphones And Just Sing To Your Heart's Content Everything You Ever Wanted To Record. I Said, That Sounds Good To Me. So I Did That. And Day After Day, Three Weeks, I Sang For Him.

When I Finally Stopped [singing], He Had Been Saying, Like, The Last Day Or So, He'd Been Saying, Now, I Think We Should Put This One In The Album. So Without Him Saying I Want To Record You And Release An Album, He Kept - He Started Saying, Let's Put This One In The Album. So The Album, This Big Question, You Know, Began To Take Form, Take Shape. And Rick [rubin] And I Would Weed Out The Songs.

[my Father] Did Every Kind Of Work Imaginable From Painting To Shoveling To Herding Cattle. And He's Always Been Such An Inspiration To Me Because Of The Very Kinds Of Things That He Did And The Kind Of Life He Lived.

I've Got No Deep Voice Today. I've Got A Cold. But When I Was Young, I Had A High Tenor Voice.

I Recently Found Myself Going Through A Period Of Uncertainty About My Future As A Performer, My Status As A Personality, The Believability Of My Christian Witness And The Knowledge Of God's Will In My Life. I Felt A Force Bigger Than Myself Saying, 'lay Back. Take It Easy. Study Hard. Read Your Bible. Think, Write And Keep Your Mouth Shut For Awhile.'