It was Dec. 22, 1981. I figured I had messed up enough, and I decided to have a little faith and let God take over. It definitely straightened my act up in a hurry.
Life is too short not to enjoy it.
There's a longing in country music that can soften even the rockiest heart.
They could never put me in a slot. They couldn't say Glen was 'country,' 'pop' or 'rock.' I'm crock, OK? A cross between country and rock. Call me crock.
All I ever wanted to do was play the guitar; singing was a sideline.
I love symphonies. I love string sections.
