There ain't a note that I play on stage that can't be traced back directly to my mother and father.

In the third grade a nun stuffed me in a garbage can under her desk because she said that's where I belonged.

The first day I can remember looking into a mirror and being able to stand what I saw was the day I had a guitar in my hand.

At this point, I don't need my records to be Number One or sell as many as this person or that person. That's not fundamentally important - I don't believe tha…

I am a wife-made man

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge Through living roots awaken in my head. But I've no spade to follo…

I have recently re-read much of Chekhov and it's a humbling experience. I don't even claim Chekhov as an influence because he influenced all of us. Like Shakes…