I saw you walking with your other man today. If I catch you one more time, I'm gonna blow you both away.

I tried when I was 13, when my grandparents gave me an acoustic guitar, and I tried for a year. It hurt so much to play. I mean, the fingertips hurt so much, I gave up.

And I don't like having my picture taken. I'm almost like an old African in that sense. I think it steals a bit of the soul.

Music became a healer for me. And I learned to listen with all my being. I found that it could wipe away all fear and confusion.

Loose ladies on the road will drive you crazy, every no, becomes a maybe.

Would you know my name, if I saw you in Heaven?

My identity shifted when I got into recovery. That's who I am now, and it actually gives me greater pleasure to have that identity than to be a musician or anything else, because it keeps me in a manageable size. When I'm down on the ground with my disease-which I'm happy to have-it gets me in tune. It gives me a spiritual anchor. Don't ask me to explain.