I did [picking cotton] from - until I was 18 years old, that is. Then I picked the guitar, and I've been picking it since.

I took the easy way, and to an extent I regret that. Still, though, the way we did it was honest. We played it and sang it the way we felt it, and there's a lot to be said for that.

Gospel music is so ingrained into my bones. I can't do a concert without singing a gospel song. It's what I was raised on.

I'm not bitter. Why should I be bitter? I'm thrilled to death with life.

I came to believe in a power much higher than I

I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It's still my symbol of rebellion -- against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others' ideas.

Could it be the girls and boys are trying to be heard above your noise?