I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted

As We Know, Forgiveness Of Oneself Is The Hardest Of All The Forgivenesses.

I Wish It Was Clear For Me How It Happened [stop Writing Songs], Then Maybe I Could Start Writing Again. But It's Kind Of An "it." It Just Submerged Itself. Because The Way I Had Always Written Was Just That It Came Out. It Just Happened.

In Other Words, It Is What I Do In The World That Matters. When I Traveled For Three Months In The Mideast, The Places I Wanted To Go Back To Were Turkey And The Gaza Strip. It Has To Do With What Gandhi Said: He Found God In The Eyes Of The Poor. Those Are The Places Which Were So Moving That They Were Just Unbearable.

There Are Good Guys, And There Are Congressional People Who Are Good Guys, And I Certainly Vote In Those Elections. You Know, My Fondest Dream Would Be If Obama, When He Got Out Of Office, Decided He Was Going To Go Back And Organize On The Streets. He'd Be The Only Person I Could Imagine Who Could Really Create A Movement Similar To What King Did, And God Knows We Need That Now.

I Wasn't Popular In School, I Was Mexican, I Was All These Inappropriate Things. I Started Playing The Ukulele And Taking It To School, And I Realized People Liked Listening To It. I Would Play It To Comfort Myself At Home, And I'd Play Rhythm And Blues Songs That Had Four Chords. That's How It Started.