To Do Something That Will Just Fly

I Think I Would Really Lay Down And Die. Music Comes From A Very Primal, Twisted Place. When A Person Sings, Their Body, Their Mouth, Their Eyes, Their Words, Their Voice Says All These Unspeakable Things That You Really Can't Explain But That Mean Something Anyway. People Are Completely Transformed When They Sing; People Look Like That When They Sing Or When They Make Love. But It's A Weird Thing—at The End Of The Night I Feel Strange, Because I Feel I've Told Everybody All My Secrets.

I Just Want To Be A Guy With A Guitar.

Sensitivity Isn't About Being Wimpy. It's About Being So Painfully Aware That A Flea Landing On A Dog Is Like A Sonic Boom

Music Needs To Have A Real Sacred Setting For People To Understand It. You've Got To Start Things Off With Friends Who Are Like-minded Or Even Strangers That Are Like-minded. Sending Your Music To Established Artists Or Labels Or Magazine, I Mean There Is Something To Be Said For Tenacity, For Trying To Pursue Recognition That Way, But It Just Doesn't Make Sense For The Best Work. And If You Do Make An Amazing Work, It's Sometimes Not The Best Way To Be Heard. You Have To Get On A Sacred Space, Like A Stage, And Do Your Testifying That Way.

Your Soul Can Fly Outward, Stringed To Your Ribcage Like A Shimmering Kite In The Shape Of An Open Hand. Be Still And Listen To The Evidence Of Your Own Holiness.