The Search Is In The

God Must Have Something To Do With Joy ... And With Sadness.

Sometimes I Think That It Is Enough To Say That If We Don't Sit Down And Shut Up Once In A While We'll Lose Our Minds Even Earlier Than We Had Expected. Noise Is An Imposition On Sanity, And We Live In Very Noisy Times.

I Wish It Was Clear For Me How It Happened [stop Writing Songs], Then Maybe I Could Start Writing Again. But It's Kind Of An "it." It Just Submerged Itself. Because The Way I Had Always Written Was Just That It Came Out. It Just Happened.

It Sounds Corny, But It's Absolutely True: A Song Chooses Me. I Don't Go Looking For A Certain Kind Of Lyric. It Kind Of Develops Its Own Little Arc And I'll Just See What Happens.

The White Music Was Melodic And Pretty, And You Had Beautiful Women's Voices Like Gogi Grant And Even The Andrews Sisters. Then I Went Directly To Rhythm And Blues, Which Had Beautiful Voices But Not Much Melody In Particular And Pretty Much The Same Chord Pattern. I Loved It, I Was Entrenched In It, But Then Folk Music Came In The Middle Of That For Me, And Made Its Own Path. And It Was Part Of The Rebellion Against Bubblegum Music, Or Music That Is Pretty But Doesn't Say Anything.