I Can't Play My Songs

I Give Away Cds At Shows If Someone Wants A Cd But Doesn't Have Any Money. I Wouldn't Want To Do That Forever.

And A Thimble's Worth Of Milky Moon Can Touch Hearts Larger Than A Thimble.

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.

I Definitely Don't Subscribe To The Theory That More Instruments, Or More Vocal Tracks, Harmony, Or Double Tracking The Voice, Is A Good Thing. People Do Their Early Albums Very Stripped Down, Then Each Album Becomes Bloated.

I Did Spend A Year In High School Being Obsessed With Fleetwood Mac.