Keeping it simple was my idea, ... I wanted the recording to sound like way back, before they used even drums.

I'm a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we're hurt, we hurt for a long time.

Hopefully I'll be the first Mexican-American going into Hillbilly Heaven.

He follows me very well, and sometimes I have to follow him, ... It just comes out good. The guy's good, you know. He's been around. And I've been around a long time, too.

If I could record them and transmit them to the present age, they would constitute nothing more, nowadays, than dead sounds. They would be, in a word, sounds other than what they actually were, and from what their phonographic labels pretended they were – since it's in ourselves that the silence exists. It was while the sounds were still mysterious that it would have been really interesting to render the mystery palpable and transferable.

Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!...What sort of arrows would be able to transfix such birds?