Blind Willie Johnson is a pretty big vocal influence. He can be very harsh, like gargly, gruff vocals, but also just slip into some very delicate, vulnerable soft stuff. I like that combination.

You will never have the answers, but you have to keep pushing yourself and keep reading and keep working on yourself.

I was just a music lover who wondered what it would sound like if Otis Redding strapped on a guitar and played in a punk band. Thats it.

I guess I would call my music blues punk. Theres a lot of influences.

Even when I interviewed bands, it was about asking them about writing songs, so it was more for me than anybody else.

Ive been making music since I was 14, but for a while, I was afraid to perform.

I dont think I ever wanted to be a journalist - I was more interested in what comes from being a journalist.

I hope that I can make music that helps people in some way or that they can connect with, and that I can just live a life where I'm surrounded by people that I love.

You have to have some kind of clarity or understanding of what's happening to write.

Life is short, so I am one of those people - and luckily my girlfriend is too - who wants to live everywhere. I don't know how long I'll be there, but I like it right now.

Painted desert, ocean of colorsun's worshiper, moon's loverpicture of a coyote's voicesandbox of angels, another toy.

Jesus has to become real to us. We need to court him and get to know him better. Go on some dates with the Lord.

The path is here, " he said quietly. "But you are free to walk it or choose another way.

Their long overdue kiss was interrupted far too soon for either of their likings. “Well, it be about time!” Nothing on God’s earth can douse a man’s ardor like the sound of his mother’s voice.

Love is not love which alters when it alterations finds. Sonnet 116

I'd probably like to get into acting - I've got lots of things that I could do, but at the moment it's just music, music, music.

A mere chronicle of observed events will produce only journalism; combined with a sensitive memory, it can produce art.

The role of the painter . . . is to project that which sees itself in him.

It is wonderful to be despised, if, deep down, we know we are right.

Blame unto others only as you would first blame yourself.