The minute you make a record because you think somebody's going to play it on the radio is the minute you ought to quit.

The purists are small in number but, you know hardy of voice.

I think people are largely proud of being musically on the risk. Any time you talk to someone about music, I feel like everyone is kind of always underlining just, you know, how voracious their appetites for various things are.

I celebrate three holidays: Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Telluride.

I was trained completely by ear. And it was actually diving into the Bach that led me to get - there was like a Mel Bay "Teach Yourself How To Sight Read..."

The minute you make a record because you think somebody's going to play it on the radio is the minute you ought to quit.

The real question is, do you root for the fox in that song? Or are you horrified that the goose and the duck are being dragged off to their death, which is described in detail?