It was my father who taught me to value myself. He told me that I was uncommonly beautiful and that I was the most precious thing in his life.
In some ways my gift for music and writing was born out of tragedy really and loss.
We managed to put together a compilation that had some creativity to it. In...
We have a war dictator who was not elected he snuck in. so he punishes...
Sorrow is so easy to express and yet so hard to tell.
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...
