I Never Felt Like I

I Was The Most Subtle Person In The World.

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

A Song Should Have All The Color And Beauty Of Every Rose.

I Started Imagining This Whole Different World. It Was A Society Of Musicians, A Family I Hoped I Could Belong To One Day.

Young People Should Travel, And They Don’t. You Can’t Know If You Don’t Go.