I fell in love with Nashville. I got lots of work.
The people who come to me are the people who are meant to come to me.
I had gone full-on folkie; I'd had it with bands.
There's a heaven on earth that so few ever find, though the map's in your soul and the road's in your mind
Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.
My upbringing made me think that real legitimate music is written, not heard