Life's Full Of Loss, Who Knows The

Story Is What's Most Important.

I Was Never Bored Because I Always Had A Book. So I Had A Doorway Into Another World Or Another Universe. It Was Great.

Someone Once Asked Me Why People Sing. I Answered That They Sing For Many Of The Same Reasons The Birds Sing. They Sing For A Mate, To Claim Their Territory, Or Simply To Give Voice To The Delight Of Being Alive In The Midst Of A Beautiful Day. Perhaps More Than The Birds Do, Humans Hold A Grudge. They Sing To Complain Of How Grievously They Have Been Wronged, And How To Avoid It In The Future. They Sing To Help Themselves Execute A Job Of Work. They Sing So The Subsequent Generations Won’t Forget What The Current Generation Endured, Or Dreamed, Or Delighted In.

I Think It Was A Modest Thing I Did (fahrenheit 9/11) ... This Is An Election Year ... I'm Not Telling Them How To Vote. I'm Saying Get Information About The Issues ... At First There's Just Silence, Then There's 'yeah!' And Then There's 'boo' ... I Have Never Seen A Reaction Like This, In All My Years Of Touring ... Clear Channel Can't Threaten To Not Play My Records Because They Are Not Going To Play Them Anyway.

Music Is A Work In Progress. On A Record, It Gets Frozen In Time. And It's Oddly Unnatural.