My dad and I have always been somewhat competitive.

I very much faced my mother's death with hard, arduous and time-consuming labor. The more I would do, the less I would feel.

Why be in music, why write songs, if you can't use them to explore life or an idealized vision of life?

I have managed to eke out a good and substantial existence. I'm not shoveling gold bricks or anything, but I do very, very well.

I am regarded as a usurper, as an imposter and dilettante, because I do technically come from the wrong side of the tracks in musical terms.

Let the little fairy in you fly!

My mother and father could not handle even me being gay. We never talked about it really.