Yours, Mine and Ours

Right after September 11, we went to England, and I was a mess, ... I was really depressed. ... I came home and settled down and got my head on straight. Before I knew it, I wanted to make another record and I had these songs. I remember saying, 'When did I write this?' ... I had no recollection.

There you go, ... He's a bad poet.

It seemed like the only thing to do was to crank the volume of my tape of British music in protest. Even though I was the only one who could hear it, I felt like I was doing something important.

With the wind blowing, (and) shooting 2 under here, you've got to be happy, there's no question about that.

Compromise is only comfortable to the man who is outside the presence of God.