I started taking piano lessons when I was about four years old. My parents were both musicians. So I took piano lessons. I didn't like the lessons very much, but I was enchanted by music. Music always transported me somewhere. Singing made feel good and being able to play the piano made me feel good.

Know what you love and do what you love. If you don't do what you love, you're just wasting your time.

I had a melody and a rhythm and chords, but nothing to talk about. I remember reading about how the decline of the steel industry had been affecting the Lehigh Valley, and I decided that's what I was going to write the song about.

I'm a cosmopolitan sophisticate of culture and intelligence. The culmination of technology and civilized experience.

It's really hard to make a living as a musician. It's almost impossible.

Musicians now find themselves in the unlikely position of being legitimate. At least the IRS thinks so.

I won't be righteous again. I'm not sure anymore.