I Love Mixing Up My Genres.

On The Plane, An Eight-year-old With An Excess Of Testosterone Keeps Running Across My Feet. Finally I Grab Him By His T-shirt And Say, Very Sweetly, 'listen, Darling, If You Don't Stop Trampling Me I'm Going To Make You Sit On My Lap While I Tell You My Entire Life Story. Including A Lot Of Details About Drug Rehab And My Divorce.' He Goes Back To His Seat.

I Wanted To Be A Songwriter.i Didn't So Much Want To Be A Performer.i More Grew Into That Just From Being A Songwriter.

I Am So Sick Of Reading About Another Car Bomb, Another Suicide Bomber, Another 10, 20, 30, 70, 100 People Dead In A Day, Both Americans And Iraqis.

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

Sometimes The Fragment Of A Conversation, The Color Of The Sky, The Image In A Dream, Has Everything To Do With Where The Song Begins.