I'm Laying Out My Winter

You Sit And You Let Your Fingers Go To Wherever They Are Going To Go. You Wait Until You Start To Hear Something, And You Start To Figure Out What It Is That You're Doing. And Then You Add Another Piece Next To That Piece, And Wait To See If Some Kind Of Pattern Or Something Interesting Starts To Grow, And Then You Cultivate It.

I See A Correlation Between Short Stories And Songs, Because Of Their Length And For What They're Meant To Evoke. Combine Certain Words With Melodies And It All Becomes Very Moving.

Serious Numbers Will Speak To Us Always.

You Want To Be A Writer, Don't Know How Or When? Find A Quiet Place, Use A Humble Pen.

We Were Always Able To Sing And Blend Well Together; That's Our Gift. But Aside From That, We're Really Two Different Guys.