20-some years ago, I'd have a big old radio with a tape deck, and I'd hit record and try to get something down on the tape, but nowadays, I can use my handy little smart-phone; I sing into the app for voice memo.

The joy of being in the studio is having people being utterly free to throw out their ideas.

So I came home and I had a resume and everything, but the only job experience I had was just playing in bars and clubs on my summers off. So, I was temping and stuff during the day and playing music at night.

I like to feel that every day or most days, I do a little bit of writing. I am a creature of habit in terms of the way I live.

Was it a light only she could see? A gypsy's spell? A mystery?

Sometimes you get there in spite of the route Losing track of your life and what it's about The road seems to know when to straighten right out... I could wonder if all of it led me to you I could show you the arrows and circles I drew I didn't have a map, it's the best I could do On the fly and on the run

You've gotta know happy. You've gotta know sad. 'Cause you're gonna know lonely and you're gonna know sad