Many forms sizes and colors I think there are heroes in sports in life... It would be cliche to say my dad my granddad. I think I'm a fan of people who were brave my aunt my grandmother those are my heroes.

It would be nice if I did have a good relationship with my family and yes part of me longs to have a mum and dad who love and accept me for who I am. But if they never do it's OK.

When I was about 12 and first started wearing lipstick my dad would ask 'Are you wearing makeup?' I would say back 'You're wearing more makeup there than I am!'

My dad was very fun and very adventurous and from a formative age I learned to value men who would do things on a whim.

Dad was a bus driver and when he finished work he would repair cars.

I finished high school moved to Nashville for college and set out to break into the music business. Every night when I called home with news of my experiences my mom and dad would encourage me to keep taking those small steps.

We would make songs and the producers said we should play it for my dad. I was kind of scared I didn't know what to think cuz we were just joking around.

My dad would always say 'What can you do to make the world a better place?' Well I can make people laugh.

The last thing I want my child to see is Dad running around in the middle of the pack. That would really upset me. And that would upset him. I would be embarrassed to take him to school with kids saying 'Hey how'd your dad do this weekend?' 'Well he finished fifth or sixth'.

I always had a standard of back when I was doing the country music I always told people I would never record a song that I wouldn't sit down and sing in front of my mom and dad.

If you had told me at 45 years old that I would have to go on tour to get rest I would've said 'That's not how it works.' But nothing can be more gratifying. I'm a very hands-on dad.

I've always wanted to be a dad. I just can't wait to have a little rug rat running around. I used to want five or six kids but maybe I've become too self-absorbed over the years. I think two would be perfect.

Right now it hasn't affected my music other than the fact that I don't have time to write any of it. That's no different from when I first started and I lived at home. I would play the guitar in the afternoon and then my mom or my dad would come home and I'd have to quit.

Growing up my father was a financial analyst for an oil company. He was just a regular dad. And when I would say 'Hey come see my play ' he'd say 'Sure.' He'd see one 'Oh good play' - you know very typical dad reaction.

And you know my dad would show me some things sometimes but the best things that I got to do were to actually see really good players play up close. That gives you an idea of fingering and technique and what not.

Even if I tried to be my dad it would be a mediocre slightly embarrassing version.

A lot of times I would go into a room and audition for whatever sitcom it was and they would expect me to do sort of what my dad was doing and I am not him so they would be disappointed and I would feel nervous and not know exactly how to do it.

I knew that I needed to do something that I desperately loved. There was a period where I did question if it was acting because I knew that I would be making things hard on myself. I knew that there was going to be a little bit of a hullabaloo because of my dad being who he is and all that.

Mom and Dad would stay in bed on Sunday morning but the kids would have to go to church.

As a brother and sister our tastes were pretty different growing up. He liked a lot of early hip hop. My dad didn't understand it and would try to talk him out of it.

My dad was a carpenter and I would work with him during the summer and umpire on the nights I wasn't playing.

I remember once giving my dad some drawings and writings and said 'If you could just give these to the publisher that would be great.' And I was about five!

I had to learn how to chop wood actually - I don't think my dad would have let me go chop wood in the backyard growing up.

When my dad needed a shirt ironed he would yell downstairs to my mother who would drop everything and iron his shirt.