Time Washes Clean, Love's Wounds Unseen.

I Get On The Airplane And There's A Screen In Front Of Everything. You Get Into A Taxicab In New York, There's A Screen Blinking At You. I Think It's Going To Have A Tremendous Effect On Our Brains, Because Those Bright, Saturated Colors And Those Strong Lines, They Do Things To Your Brain.

I First Knew Laurie Lewis By Her Considerable Reputation As A Fiddle Player And A Writer Of Songs. When An Opportunity Came Along To Sing With Her I Seized It. Getting To Know Her As A Singer And A Person Has Been Pure Pleasure. Her Voice Is A Rare Combination Of Grit And Grace, Strength And Delicacy. Her Stories Are Always True.

Music Is A Work In Progress. On A Record, It Gets Frozen In Time. And It's Oddly Unnatural.

I Think There's Mind In Nature. There's A Power In Nature, And There's A Universal Power That You'd Better Not Ignore.

Someone Once Asked Me Why People Sing. I Answered That They Sing For Many Of The Same Reasons The Birds Sing. They Sing For A Mate, To Claim Their Territory, Or Simply To Give Voice To The Delight Of Being Alive In The Midst Of A Beautiful Day. Perhaps More Than The Birds Do, Humans Hold A Grudge. They Sing To Complain Of How Grievously They Have Been Wronged, And How To Avoid It In The Future. They Sing To Help Themselves Execute A Job Of Work. They Sing So The Subsequent Generations Won’t Forget What The Current Generation Endured, Or Dreamed, Or Delighted In.