I'm Not The Type To

When I Was Eleven I Stopped Dreaming The Dreams That Didn't Come True, I Stopped Talking To People Who Didn't Listen, I Lost Hope And I Retreated. I Assumed That The Root Of The Problem Was That I Was Too Strange For The Real World. That Being The Case, I Created A Charming And Dynamic Personality To Make The Necessary Forays Into The Outside, And I Kept My Strangeness For Myself; My Own Peculiar Jewels Under Lock And Key.

More And More, I See Myself As A Folk Musician, And Someone Who Values Context.

I Gave Up Language For A While, And I Started Painting.and Then I Only Listened To Miles Davis And Other Instrumental Music To See How It Felt To Be Without Words.

For The First Time In 23 Years I'm Enjoying The Process Of Supporting It, Of Going Out And Doing Shows, And Doing The Interviews, And Doing Everything.

The Religion I Have Is Music. Even The Times I Have Headaches, When I'm Singing, I Can't Feel Them. My Dad Used To Say That, Too, Especially Near The End Of His Life. He Would Be In Pain - A Lot Of Pain - And He Said The Only Time When He Didn't Feel Pain Was When He Performed And Sang.