People Say I'm Such A Pessimist, But

To Sing Is To Praise God And The Daffodils, And To Praise God Is To Thank Him, In Every Note Within My Small Range, And Every Color In The Tones Of My Voice, With Every Look Into The Eyes Of My Audience, To Thank Him. Thank You, God, For Letting Me Be Born, For Giving Me Eyes To See The Daffodils Lean In The Wind, All My Brothers, All My Sisters, For Giving Me Ears To Hear Crying, Legs To Come Running, Hands To Smooth Damp Hair, A Voice To Laugh With And To Sing With...to Sing To You And The Daffodils.

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.

It Sounds Corny, But It's Absolutely True: A Song Chooses Me. I Don't Go Looking For A Certain Kind Of Lyric. It Kind Of Develops Its Own Little Arc And I'll Just See What Happens.

The White Music Was Melodic And Pretty, And You Had Beautiful Women's Voices Like Gogi Grant And Even The Andrews Sisters. Then I Went Directly To Rhythm And Blues, Which Had Beautiful Voices But Not Much Melody In Particular And Pretty Much The Same Chord Pattern. I Loved It, I Was Entrenched In It, But Then Folk Music Came In The Middle Of That For Me, And Made Its Own Path. And It Was Part Of The Rebellion Against Bubblegum Music, Or Music That Is Pretty But Doesn't Say Anything.

I've Never Had A Humble Opinion. If You've Got An Opinion, Why Be Humble About It?