Noise Is An Imposition On Sanity, And

"diamonds & Rust" Started Off As Another Song. Then The Words Started To Morph. When You Write A Song That Deep, The Words Come From Some Place Else. But When The Songs Stop Coming, It Would Be So Contrived To Try And Force It. Since Then I've Just Been Doing Other People's Music.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.

There's Very Little I Can Sing Now. When I Asked My First Voice Teacher, Who Was The Best One, "when Will I Know When To Stop Singing?" He Said, "your Voice Will Tell You." And It Is Very, Very Difficult To Sing Now.

I Think I Would Have Had An Easier Time Of It If I Had Had Training Much Earlier. Because When I Got To The Training, It Was In My Late 30s And I Already Probably Had Every Bad Habit A Singer Could Have. In Fact, It Still Goes On. It's Un-training Those Habits And Retraining New Ones - The Breathing, The Relaxation, The Tongue, The Lungs, The Everything.

And My Voice Now Is A Struggle, It's A Daily Struggle To Keep It Up. Gravity Has Begun To Fight The Vocal Cords The Way It Does With Everybody. So I Have A Vocal Therapist, And We Record The Sessions And I Use Them On Tour Every Day.