It Was Never Too Late To Undo

War Is Idiocy. We Live On A Small, Small Planet, And What We Do To Others Is What We Do To Ourselves

Self-expression Without Craft Is For Toddlers.

Think About All Of The Families Where The Father Is A Doctor And The Son Is A Doctor Or Generations Of Coal Miners. Why Did They Go Into That Line Of Work? Because That's What They Were Taught. Or Was It In Their Genes? It's Not An Either/or Question. It's Both. I Was Inclined In That Way. I Was Sensitive To Music And Poetry, And It Was Around Me Growing Up.

Isn't That The Goal, As You Grow Older? That You Start Reclaiming Those Parts Of Yourself You Didn't Recognize Or Didn't Think Were There All Along? That's What Happened When I Made The River And The Thread Record.

Sometimes The Fragment Of A Conversation, The Color Of The Sky, The Image In A Dream, Has Everything To Do With Where The Song Begins.