Unveiling Willie Nelson: A Journey Through Iconic Interviews (Chicago Review Press – September 2025)

Curating the most notorious, illuminating interviews from an American icon isn’t easy.

Willie Nelson’s words can be found everywhere: TV, radio, movies, and on the many musical recordings he is responsible for over a decades-long career. Nelson, the last surviving member of The Highwaymen, has outlasted most of his generation of outlaw country musicians. And he is still releasing albums—and featuring on tracks with current superstars such as Beyoncé. Nelson is an American institution.

This collection reveals the icon as a complex and contradictory man, elusive at times, revealing at others. Willie Nelson on Willie Nelson is a collection of interviews that illuminates him not only as a musician, but as an actor, writer, political and animal-rights activist, drug advocate, and environmentalist. These interviews with Nelson, many of them unseen for decades, range from the early 1970s until 2020 and tie together with connective stories tethering a biographical timeline and compositional history of his most-beloved songs and albums. They reveal not only the life and work of Nelson, but also a bevy of committed journalists, some of them amateur, whom Nelson welcomed, one and all, to share his sometimes-radical worldview on an adoring public.

As Adam (50)

“The mystery behind all form is at last named in a formula so convincing, so appealing, so satisfying, that distinction ceases; we forget that even this is not final, that beyond the expression, and apart from it, lies the whole immensity.” – The Vision of Siva

As Adam (48)

“When the yogi arises from the darkness, a vision like the clear sky of dawn will emerge, which is neither exactly like the color or shape of the sky, nor like the sunlight, moonlight, or darkness. This stage is called the “Universal Voidness.” He should try to absorb himself in this great voidness as long as possible.” – The Yoga of the Light

Address to the Ocean

‘How long will ye round me be roaring’,
Once terrible waves of the sea?
While I at my door sit deploring
The treasure ye ravished from me.
When shipwreck the white surf is strewing,
This spray-beaten thatch will ye spare?
Come–let me exult in the ruin
Your smiles are put on to prepare.

Oh! thus that your voice had still thundered!
Your arms for destruction been spread!
My Charles and I ne’er had been sundered;
But now had I pillowed his head.

The love which the waves must dissever,
The hope which the winds might deceive,
Why these, my sole stay, could I ever
Permit him this bosom to leave?

Oh! where are thy beauties, my lover?
And where is thy dark flowing hair?
Oh God! that this storm would uncover
Thy body that once was so fair!
Through regions of darkness appalling
It sunk as the hurricane whirled;
By monsters beset in its falling,
The blood of the bottomless world.

Then ocean! thou canst not uncover
The body that once was so fair;
And lost are thy beauties, my lover!
And gone is thy dark-flowing hair!
Ye waters! I hear in your roaring
A voice from your deepest abode;
New victims in anger imploring–
My hope be the mercy of God.

– William Wordsworth