More than a career, I feel that I’ve got a function. I see things in a much more holistic way. Some people bake the bread, and some people write the songs.
I taught myself to play the piano, because I wanted to play it.
That’s maybe the most important thing each generation does, is to break a lot of rules and make up their own way of doing things.
I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.
I’m sensitive, you know, about some things, and as some of my partners could attest to, incredibly insensitive.
I never was a very good singer.
Self-discovery in songwriting, bringing something forth that’s instructive to yourself – some of the best songs that you will ever write are the ones where you didn’t have to think about any of that stuff, but nonetheless that’s what’s happening in the song.
I’d have to say that my favorite thing is writing a song that really says how I feel, what I believe – and it even explains the world to myself better than I knew it.
Somewhere between the time you arrive and the time you go may lie a reason you were alive, but you’ll never know.
I’ve also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament – it was about 1982 – they called it Peace Sunday.
You would think with all the genius and the brilliance of these times, we might find a higher purpose and a better use of mind.
Now, guitar was pretty cool. Everybody knew something on the guitar. So I wanted to play guitar, but I told my dad if he wanted me to keep studying something, Id like to study piano.
Take it easy, take it easyDon’t let the sound of your own wheelsDrive you crazy.
Now if I seem to be afraidTo live the life that I have made in songWell it’s just that I’ve been losing so long.
I’m Glad that the Bush years are behind us.
In the end, they traded their tired wings for the resignation that living brings. And exchanged love’s bright and fragile glow for the glitter and the rouge, and in the moment they were swept before the deluge.
The first to come and the last to go, working for that minimum wage.
Into a dancer you have grown from the seeds somebody else has sown.
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels. Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields.
How long will it be ’till we’ve turned To the tasks and the skills That we’ll have to have learned If we’re going to find our place in the future And have something to offer Where this planet’s concerned?