He earned his love through discipline, a thundering velvet hand, his gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to understand.
My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it
There's laws that we must live by, and they're not the laws of man.
I've always got about four albums in my head.
Too many hearts have been broken, failing to trust what they feel.
The outlet for my sorrow, that I do feel deeply, and the pain, is the songs. That's where it goes.