And I Don't Think That

Self-expression Without Craft Is For Toddlers.

Isn't That The Goal, As You Grow Older? That You Start Reclaiming Those Parts Of Yourself You Didn't Recognize Or Didn't Think Were There All Along? That's What Happened When I Made The River And The Thread Record.

With Time The Unbearable Becomes Shocking, Becomes Sad, And Finally Becomes Poignant.

I Dream Of Songs. I Dream They Fall Down Through The Centuries, From My Distant Ancestors, And Come To Me. I Dream Of Lullabies And Sea Shanties And Keening Cries And Rhythms And Stories And Backbeats.

Think About All Of The Families Where The Father Is A Doctor And The Son Is A Doctor Or Generations Of Coal Miners. Why Did They Go Into That Line Of Work? Because That's What They Were Taught. Or Was It In Their Genes? It's Not An Either/or Question. It's Both. I Was Inclined In That Way. I Was Sensitive To Music And Poetry, And It Was Around Me Growing Up.