Rampant Eclecticism Is My Middle Name.

You And I, Travel To The Beat Of A Different Drum, Can't You Tell By The Way I Run, Every Time You Make Eyes At Me.

This Is An Election Year, And I Think We're In Desperate Trouble And It's Time For People To Speak Up And Not Pipe Down. It's A Real Conflict For Me When I Go To A Concert And Find Out Somebody In The Audience Is A Republican Or Fundamental Christian. It Can Cloud My Enjoyment. I'd Rather Not Know.

I Believe In The Empirical Wisdom Of Science, Just To Start With, So I Hope That There Might Be Some Treatment Out There That Might Be Helpful.

The Relentless Touring And Endless Repetition Of The Same Songs Over And Over Again Promoted A Creeping Awareness That My Music Had Begun To Sound Like My Washing Machine.

Mainly, When I Ran Into Emmylou Harris, That Was It, You Know? We Could Finish Each Other's Sentences Musically, And Personally, Too. We Have A Very Shared, Similar Sensibility. And That Was A Friendship That Really Opened Up A Tremendous Number Of Musical Doors For Me.