I don't pamper my voice. It's part of my body. If my body is rested and healthy, my voice is rested and healthy.

I communicate with fans on Twitter. I enjoy the ability to impulsively write something and ship it out to the fans and fellow tweeters out there.

Each acoustic guitar has its own character and personality. On a particular day, I might pick one up and start noodling around, looking for some emotional content in the chords.

Love is still a simple act of faith, and a faithful heart is always worth the wait.

I fell in love with folk music at Surprise Lake Camp. It was the songs of Woody Guthrie and the Weavers.

I guess I haven't gotten over being lost, a wandering gypsy.

I still need practice in enjoying the fruits of success.