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Aside from my children and wife, literature has been the intensest delight of my life.

You can read something spoken or written by somebody from a very different place or time or background or state of being—and it can feel true anyway.

There was a kind of availability I had to learn in order to create a song like that. A capacity for a kind of ecstatic contact.

I’m still learning to embrace the boundlessness of art and the trajectory that this implies.

Life has been challenging, and occasionally blatantly difficult. The mysteries and complexities of this earthly sojourn continually rattle my brain. These days I am much more comfortable with my weaknesses than with my strengths.

Thirty is not as old as I thought it would be.

Most would dismiss this lone voice. You’ll always get one, they’d say. You can’t please everybody. But it bothered me.

It’s possible I will look back on my thirties as my most transformative passage.

I’m a little jealous of my thirty-year-old self. I miss how cute she thought she was. Her goal was to play as much as possible, for whomever, whenever, mostly solo because it was cheaper.

I would like to say that since turning thirty, my work has become more efficient, that I have learned how to say more with less. Unfortunately, the reality is quite the opposite.