What us cowboys do, we'll sell our CDs right at the show. They sell like hotcakes. Everybody at the show buys one. The record company does nothing. Absolutely nothing. Basically, if they've shipped you the boxes of CDs to Livingston, Montana on or before the date, they feel they're absolutely heroes and should be given the Legion of Honor or something.

I don't do nostalgia. I'm a writer and I keep writing. So I guess, in the final analysis,the approach I've taken has given me longevity.

[on developing voice trouble] The sound [at the Havelock Jamboree] was set up for Nashville rock 'n' roll, all heavy bass. I stupidly tried to outmuscle the sound with my voice, which I'd gotten away with all those years. When I got offstage I knew I'd done something strange and terrible. Then it was too late.