But now old friends are acting strange They shake their heads, they say I've changed Well something's lost, but something's gained In living every day

I believe that I am male and I am female.

Unlike some of my peers, I haven't really hit a writer's block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.

Sunlight will renew your pride.

I try not to steal from myself, but the modalities create similarities.

I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.

People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.