“My favorite tool is my voice. I love to sing more than anything in the world. I love to remind myself that my voice is unique and that no two people make the same sounds. That’s a difficult lesson for most people with any consciousness of voice. Whether speaking or singing, each person’s voice has its own specific biological assets and restrictions. Find my own and loving it are important to using this “tool”… But the two are not the same nor are they necessarily related.”

“When I play, I’m hunting for the warmest spot…. untangling knots and pulling out threads, webs, nests with my teeth to let some light into this place. I just hope my choices are luminous. Sometimes I loose sense of who and what I am. But, I still know fully that I’m building something really big.”

“My sense of rhythm is a little funny I think. Quirky maybe. In a way, it’s like my hair, which I’ve always refused to straighten, it’s what comforts me when I feel really far from home.”

“When I play or sing, I’m looking for something that’s buried beneath the surface… behind the sound. Each note, a stepping stone towards the next one.”

“Sometimes, my voice has a prophetic sound. Like I’m warning. I didn’t manufacture that sound. It’s not even one I’ve always liked. I don’t really know where it comes from. It’s hardly my mother’s vibrating, swelling bell tones, or my father’s soothing serenade.”