My Mother Was The Worst

Everybody's A Work In Progress. I'm A Work In Progress. I Mean, I've Never Arrived. I'm Still Learning All The Time.

One Of My Timesaving Habits Is To Save All Of My Magazines And Junk Mail For Airplane Trips. I Walk On The Plane With A Very Heavy Bundle, But By The Time The Trip Is Over, It Can All Be Thrown Away.

Music Was Language In Our House. It Was Air.....i Feel Certain That If I Absorbed Any Lessons At All In The First Months And Years Of My Life, They Must Have Been About The Work That Went Into Making A Beautiful Sound.

I've Spent Hours And Hours Doing Research Into Appalachian Folk Music. My Grandfather Was A Fiddler. There Is Something Very Immediate, Very Simple And Emotional, About That Music.

We Are Unique, Each Human Voice, Not Because We Are Completely Self-generated, But Because Of Who We Choose To Assemble The Countless Factors That Made Us.