There's something fundamental to the harp that has retained its appeal my whole life. It's an instrument I am just in love with.

The way that words fit together is always interesting to me. I love words.

I give away CDs at shows if someone wants a CD but doesn't have any money. I wouldn't want to do that forever.

Around eighth grade I decided I wanted to be a composer and that's what I went to college for. Just a few years back, I switched out of composition and into creative writing so I could work with words.

I am always trying to write.

I would happy for someone to download my music.

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.