No bubble is so iridescent or floats longer than that blown by the successful teacher.
We forget that this music music made by my brothers and sisters is still a baby. It's just beginning. When I think of the possibilities it makes me smile.
When I saw corruption I was forced to find truth on my own. I couldn't...
The whole system of society tells you what to do.
There's people making babies to my music. That's nice.
You know, for most of its life bluegrass has had this stigma of being all...
Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!
I like finding that common point between another...
