I grew my dreadlocks 12 years ago because they give me the freedom to roll out of bed and not spend hours on my woolly, thick hair. I get tons of dropped jaws and compliments, so I reckon folks like them all right.

If I have something inside me that I want to get out, I'll just beat it out on the banjo right then and there.

When I was 15, I begged my grandfather to give me this guitar he'd always had in the back of his closet. I promised him I'd learn to play it, but I never did. Then my grandfather died, and I felt so guilty. So I started playing.

Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope.

Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.

And when people give me their word, I listen to them.