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Well, The First Year I Lost My Voice I Didn't Mind So Much Because I Was Going To Have A Baby And I Was Distracted With Him Anyway, I Didn't Even Think About It That Much, Well, Ok, This Is What's Happening.

More And More, I See Myself As A Folk Musician, And Someone Who Values Context.

As I Started Writing About Loss And Grief, I Was Taking What Felt Unmanageable And Using My Songwriting, My Sense Of Poetry And Discipline, To Try And Make It Manageable.

When I Was Eleven I Stopped Dreaming The Dreams That Didn't Come True, I Stopped Talking To People Who Didn't Listen, I Lost Hope And I Retreated. I Assumed That The Root Of The Problem Was That I Was Too Strange For The Real World. That Being The Case, I Created A Charming And Dynamic Personality To Make The Necessary Forays Into The Outside, And I Kept My Strangeness For Myself; My Own Peculiar Jewels Under Lock And Key.

And I Kind Of Said To Myself If I Get My Voice Back I'm Not Going To Take Back The Old Anxiety About It And Just Focus On The Limitations. I'm Really Going To Enjoy It.