I told my father I wanted to play the banjo and so he saved the money and got ready to give me a banjo for my next birthday and between that time and my birthday I lost interest in the banjo and was playing guitar.
I wrote the song For A Dancer for a friend of mine who died in a fire. He was...
I sing a little bit. I got a guitar for my 16th birthday.
For me living in the closet corroded my ability to have an honest open relationship with my God my loved ones my constituency and myself.
