Never trust the artist. Trust the tale.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale.

Trust the tale, not the teller.

And that’s how it is in this world, boy. Start a tale, just a little tale that should fade and die—take your eye off it for just a moment and when you turn back it’s grown big enough to grab you up in its teeth and shake you. That’s how it is. All our lives are tales. Some spread, and grow in the telling. Others are just told between us and the gods, muttered back and forth behind our days, but those tales grow too and shake us just as fierce.

Those you trust the most can steal the most.

When you hear my records today, you hear a vanilla sounding artist with no black inflection, although I was trying to imitate what I heard.