And all that we built, and all that we breathed And all that we spilled or pulled up like weeds Is piled up in back and it burns irrevocably And we spoke up in turns 'til the silence crept over me.

I can understand someone not liking the voice or the songs.

I have a deep rooted folk sensibility that I can't get away from completely.

You should listen to a lot of different music.

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

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

I started playing harp about fourteen years ago.