But I Really Love Music,

When I'm All Alone, Nobody Else Can Say Goodbye.

But Who Cares? I Can Honestly Look Back And Realize That Everything Happened For A Reason. Everything That Fell Apart Has Fallen Back Into Place Beautifully And Magically.

A Lot Of The Songs Start With An Image. I Was Sitting There Playing The Guitar And I Pictured This Old, Dirty Green Car, With The Window Rolled Down, In The Hot, Hot, Hot Texas Heat, And This Beautiful Woman I Knew When I Was A Kid Sitting Behind The Wheel, Looking Out At Me.

You Feel Like A Prisoner If You Don't Create. You're Jailed Up Inside Of Yourself.

I Like Rufus Wainwright A Whole Lot. He Makes Me Wanna Be Even More Musical.