Art Is For Healing Ourselves,

I First Knew Laurie Lewis By Her Considerable Reputation As A Fiddle Player And A Writer Of Songs. When An Opportunity Came Along To Sing With Her I Seized It. Getting To Know Her As A Singer And A Person Has Been Pure Pleasure. Her Voice Is A Rare Combination Of Grit And Grace, Strength And Delicacy. Her Stories Are Always True.

The Dream World Of Sleep And The Dream World Of Music Are Not Far Apart. I Often Catch Glimpses Of One As I Pass Through A Door To The Other, Like Encountering A Neighbor In The Hallway Going Into The Apartment Next To One’s Own. In The Recording Studio, I Would Often Lie Down To Nap And Wake Up With Harmony Parts Fully Formed In My Mind, Ready To Be Recorded. I Think Of Music As Dreaming In Sound.

I Think If The United States Gave Anything To Culture At Large In The 20th Century, The Most Important Contribution Made Was The Popular Song.

I Never Wrote Anything Down. I Never Kept A Diary, Never Kept A Journal. I Did Write One Letter Home About Touring With The Doors That I Used As A Reference For The Book For Some Details There, And Then I Was Glad I Had That, But That Was It.

People Have Often Written About Me, That I Did This For This Reason And That For That Reason, And Theyre Usually 98 Percent Wrong.