When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws.
Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.
I paint my joy and I sing my sorrow.
Unlike some of my peers, I haven’t really hit a writer’s block. When I hit a block I just paint, which is an old crop rotation trick.
Whatever it was that I felt was the weak link in my previous project gave me inspiration for the next one.
I wish I had a river I could skate away on?
It’s life’s illusions that I recall, I really don’t know life at all.
The songwriting was almost like something I did while I was waiting for my daughter to come back.
I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.
He saw my complications and he mirrored me back simplified, and we laughed how our perfect world would always be denied.
Drag wasn’t always counterculture.
Morgellons is constantly morphing. There are times when it’s directly attacking the nervous system, as if you’re being bitten by fleas and lice. It’s all in the tissue and it’s not a hallucination. It was eating me alive, sucking the juices out. I’ve been sick all my life.
I’m a painter first, and a musician second.
They’ll crucify you for staying the same, and they’ll crucify you for change. I’d rather be crucified for changing.
Van Gogh was impulsive.
I came through folk music simply because it was easy to get into it.
I hate show business.
I have one piece of music, since 1997, and I don’t see it having lyrics. Where does it go in this world? So I haven’t recorded it.
I see the entire world as Eden, and every time you take an inch of it away, you must do so with respect.
But you know it’s hard to tell When you’re in the spell if it’s wrong or if it’s real But you’re bound to lose If you let the blues get you scared to feel.