How Many More Idols Must

He Earned His Love Through Discipline, A Thundering Velvet Hand, His Gentle Means Of Sculpting Souls Took Me Years To Understand.

I Feel It Right Down In My Stomach When I'm In Touch With Something. I Don't Know What It Is.

I'm Not The Quiet Sensitive Little Guy I Was. I Can't Be. There's Just Too Much After Me.

I've Been Writing A Lot Of Country Music Again. I've Written Some Bluegrass Material. I'm Having A Good Time Doing That.

It's Only An Interim Trip. I Love The Music, But It's Really Giving Me A Way In Which I Can Comfortably Explore My Art.