That's at the root of the human interaction: fair trade.

If I had spent fourteen months in a small room with Jesus, I'd want to fist fight with him.

Say you write a song about a chandelier, and the chandelier gives off light. And the light is the color red and red reminds you of the color your not supposed to wear around a bull. So you name the song 'Cow.'

I think long and hard about what it is I'm actually trying to do, and then I kind of have to narrow my focus into that. If I don't, I'm too all over the place.

Jesus teaches us to forgive and I've got to trust him on that one.

I often have deer on my property and there's a fox and owls. You're not going to see that in the city.

I really think it's a white, bourgeois idea to pretend that you don't have influences. It seems to be the obsession strictly of white people in college.