When It Comes To Music, We Live

I Was Very Lucky To Be Offered A Lovely Piece Of Property To Build A Career On. I Started Building A House On It, But It Wasn't Necessarily A House I Would Want To Live In. So I Ripped Down That House, And I Worked With These Great Lumberjacks To Build A Really Cool Cabin-a Place I Want To Drink Whiskey In And Hang Out Until The Sun Rises.

Plus, There Were So Many Pianos In My House, So I Couldn't Really Avoid It.

I Work Hard And I Will Always Work Hard. But I Feel Very Lucky With The Way That It Has All Come Together. I Still Have My Hands And I Can Still Write Songs. I Still Have My Body And I Can Still Dance. I Owe God So Much Because Things Are Going So Well.

But My Mom Was A Pianist, And She Taught Piano Out Of Her House. I Was Just So Excited, Being A Little Kid And Having All These Other Kids Come To My House Twice A Week. I Thought It Was A Big Party.

But When You Hear The Complete Album, It Gets Dark, Really Straight-up Rock, With Some Really Intimate Moments With Just Me And The Piano. It's Not Completely Me Because There Are Parts Of Me That Aren't On That Song, That Are On The Album.