America is in a runaway-train position and dragging all the world with it. It’s grotesquely mentally ill.
My individual, psychological descent coincided, ironically, with my ascent into the public eye.
Everyone I know has attention deficit, and they say it with great pride. It’s a bad time to be right.
I come from pioneer stock, developers of the West, people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.
Edith Piaf knocked my socks off when I was 8, but I didn’t know what she was singing about.
There was this mountain village in Russia where my music was getting in on some German radio station. I remember this because music used to get up to Saskatchewan from Texas. Late at night after the local station closed down.
Eventually, with success, I started to feel more and more isolated – like I didn’t have a community of artists.
For the first time in my career, I’m working in a fine-arts arena, so I’m finally getting some intelligent reviews.
Fear is like the wilderland – Stepping stones or sinking sand.
White rhythm is waltzes, marches, and the polka. In Africa, rhythm is used for a celebratory groove, but white rhythm doesn’t have such an enormous vocabulary of spirits. It’s basically militant.
Back then, I didn’t have a big organization around me. I was just a kid with a guitar, traveling around. My responsibility basically was to the art, and I had extra time on my hands. There is no extra time now. There isn’t enough time.
I do have this reputation for being a serious person.
I used to be monastic, almost. Now I’m like a Tibetan that has discovered hamburgers and television. I’m catching up on Americana.
I’m a very analytical person, a somewhat introspective person; that’s the nature of the work I do.
When I began experimenting, people weren’t ready for it. Once it’s in its second and third generational stages, people can accept it.
I have always thought of myself as a painter derailed by circumstance.
The pirate he will sink you with a kiss, he’ll steal your heart and sail away.
Something’s lost, but something’s gained, in living everyday.
The land of litigation, the courts are like game shows. Take what’s behind the curtain the jury cries.
Let light hearts remake us.