While Visiting Places In The South With

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

My Dad [johnny Cash] Went To The [richard] Nixon White House And Refused To Sing "welfare Cadillac" (instead Performing The Anti-war Songs "the Ballad Of Ira Hayes" And "man In Black"). He Protested The Vietnam War, But He Went To Perform For The Troops With Bombs Dropping All Around Him. He Had That Kind Of Genius: A True Artist's Capacity For Holding Two Opposing Thoughts At Once While Being Large Enough To Encompass All Realities.

I Was A Songwriter; That Was The Torch I Carried. This Is An Honorable Profession. This Is What I Do.

It Was Never Too Late To Undo Who You Had Become.

My Record Label Is Treating Me Like I'm A New Artist, Which Is Exciting After All This Time.