Paul Simon started piling up a lot of words, more than the bar could handle, and I stopped!
Give me spots on my apples, but leave me the birds and the bees, please.
I sang in art school, just to get money to smoke.
Musically, I would never run dry. Any time I sit down to an instrument, I could write a song.
You've got to keep the child alive; you can't create without it.
There was this mountain village in Russia where my music was getting in on some German radio station. I remember this because music used to get up to Saskatchewan from Texas. Late at night after the local station closed down.