Bad news is just an excuse.

Did He give me the gift of love to say who I could choose? When God made me did He give me the gift of voice so some could silence me? Did he give me the gift of vision not knowing what I might see? Did he give me the gift of compassion to help my fellow man?

I'm not into organized religion. I'm into believing in a higher source of creation, realizing we're all just part of nature.

And as an afterthought, this too must be told: Some people have taken pure bullshit and turned it into gold.

It's a blue album, but it's not a blues album. I'm not pretending all of a sudden now I'm blues.

I try not to look back. I'm looking forward. I'm worried more about what I'm going to do next week than I am what I did last week. There are too many things to do. Looking back is for everybody else.

I started writing "Peace Trail" here in Colorado, then I went back to California. I had a few other tunes going around in my head, so I had a couple of them finished after a few days and then I wanted to go into the studio.