The word ‘confession,’ to me, means needing to be absolved. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m not asking people to understand. I’d like to think that I tell stories and sometimes my life weaves through it.
Robert Plant asked me to marry him, but I said ‘no.’ I mean, you just don’t want to marry someone you’ve wanted to do it with since you were thirteen, because, well, if he farts, I would, like, die!
The romantic myth of the artist says that you are the Source. I have no illusion about that. Native Americans don’t believe they are the Source. They have access to the Source. Endless access. But don’t get confused.
I think there’s a time as a writer when you want to see the best things in life, and you go out wherever you go with your dreams as a writer or a composer.
I collect art books. I have hundreds and hundreds of them and they get me to start hearing things. Sometimes people look at them, but I find that visual art gets me listening, gets me hearing things.
