I played piano for about two years when I was a kid. I didn't play long enough to be really great.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.

I am producing sounds that people are not used to hearing from the harp.

I wasn't interested in writing music that wasn't beautiful for me to listen to.

If I ever met Dolly Parton for sure, I would just not be able to say anything. I love her.

It broke my heart when I learned the moon had been passing the sun’s light off as its own.

Families of privilege and money would have harps in their parlors, and their cultured daughters would learn to play. It's got such a strange history. But that wasn't the context that I learned it in, so the inherent friction between that history and the more humanist folk-y history wasn't in my conscience at all.