I Went To Jail For 11 Days

Back Then I Was Still Listening To Rhythm And Blues, And My Aunt Took Me To See A Pete Seeger Concert. And It Gelled. He Made All The Sense In The World To Me. I Got Addicted To His Albums, And Then Belafonte And Odetta - They Were The People Who Seemed To Fuse Things That Were Important To Me Into Music. I Think Pete The Most Because He Did What He Did To The Point Where He Took Those Enormous Risks And Then Paid For Them.

There's Very Little I Can Sing Now. When I Asked My First Voice Teacher, Who Was The Best One, "when Will I Know When To Stop Singing?" He Said, "your Voice Will Tell You." And It Is Very, Very Difficult To Sing Now.

I Think The Question That Nobody Wanted To Deal With Is The Question They're Posing: Did My Kid Die In Vain? Because The Answer Is Too Awful.

The Foundation Of My Beliefs Is The Same As It Was When I Was 10. Non-violence.

It [my Vocal] Didn't Sound Like What I Wanted To Hear; The Vibrato Isn't What I Liked Anymore. So I Got Myself To An Ear, Nose And Throat Guy Who Does A Lot Of Work With Singers, And I Was Hoping There Was A Big Wart On My Vocal Cords Or Something And They Could Scrape It Off And I Could Have The Voice I Wanted. But He Said, "no, For 71, That's Your Voice."