When My Dad Died A Lot Of

I'm A Songwriter. My Voice Just Serves What I'm Writing About. So To Let All That Go, I Mean, Bring The Sensibilities Of It Actually To The Song Choices, But To Just Be The Interpreter Was Incredibly Liberating And Really Fun.

If I Ignore My Work, I Start Having Anxiety Attacks.

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 Had More Compassion Than Me. He Was Nonjudgmental. He Didn't Care Where You Stood Politically. He Just Took You As A Person On Face Value. He Could Love All Stripes, And That's Why All Stripes Claim Him. He Didn't Judge.

Well, The First Year I Lost My Voice I Didn't Mind So Much Because I Was Going To Have A Baby And I Was Distracted With Him Anyway, I Didn't Even Think About It That Much, Well, Ok, This Is What's Happening.