The boy Prewitt loved the songs because they gave him something, a first hint that pain might not be pointless if you could only turn it into something.

He knew how to handle pain. You had to lie down with pain, not draw back away from it. You let yourself sort of move around the outside edge of pain like with cold water until you finally got up your nerve to take yourself in hand. Then you took a deep breath and dove in and let yourself sink down it clear to the bottom. And after you had been down inside pain a while you found that like with cold water it was not nearly as cold as you had thought it was when your muscles were cringing themselves away from the outside edge of it as you moved around it trying to get up your nerve. He knew pain.

My approach is to be part of a band that makes music, not hit songs.

My traditional records are just chosen from my longtime favorite songs. But I have lots of music left in me; I'm just waiting for it to arrive.

Music. I do songs that have appeared on the pop charts, but they're music for grownups.

And I thought about how many people have loved those songs. And how many people got through a lot of bad times because of those songs. And how many people enjoyed good times with those songs. And how much those songs really mean. I think it would be great to have written one of those songs. I bet if I wrote one of them, I would be very proud. I hope the people who wrote those songs are happy. I hope they feel it's enough. I really do because they've made me happy. And I'm only one person.