Strumming My Pain With His Fingers, Singing

Strumming My Pain With His Fingers, Singing My Life With His Words, Killing Me Softly With His Song.

My Hope Is That Out Of All The Anger And Seeming Hostility That We Hear In Some Of Today's Music Will Come Some Sort Of Coalition That Will Become Politically Involved.

Music Is An Art Form That Doesn't Need To Be Explained. It Needs To Be Performed; It Needs To Be Felt; It Needs To Be Listened To; It Needs To Progress.

Walking In The Dark, Seeing Lovers Do Their Thing. That's The Time, I Feel Like Making Love To You.

I Didn't Know How Well My First Album Had Done; It Was Enough To Get Me To Do The Second Album, Which Was A Continuation Of The Music I'd Worked On And Perfected.