What A Woman Does Is Open Doors.

And All That We Built, And All That We Breathed And All That We Spilled Or Pulled Up Like Weeds Is Piled Up In Back And It Burns Irrevocably And We Spoke Up In Turns 'til The Silence Crept Over Me.

I Wanted To Write Songs Which I Think Is A Different Thing. I Wanted To Write Music That Is Informed By Folk Music. The Chord Progressions Are Obvious References.

I Never Thought People Would Be Mortally Offended By The Sounds I Was Making.

Families Of Privilege And Money Would Have Harps In Their Parlors, And Their Cultured Daughters Would Learn To Play. It's Got Such A Strange History. But That Wasn't The Context That I Learned It In, So The Inherent Friction Between That History And The More Humanist Folk-y History Wasn't In My Conscience At All.

I've Been Unaware Of How People React To The Instrument. People Have Ideas Of What A Harp Is Supposed To Sound Like, And A Lot Of Them Are Negative Ideas.