You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.

The confessional singer-songwriter movement of the 1970s was in full swing, and Bob Dylan's emotional album [ Blood on the Tracks] resonated with the times. There would be other hits, but never the same alchemy of emotion and time.

May you build a ladder to the stars and climb on every rung. May you stay forever young.

You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.

I can picture the color of the song, or the shape of it, or who it is that I'm trying to appeal to, in the song, and what I'm trying to, almost, reinforce my feelings for. And I know that sounds sort of vague and abstract, but I've got a handle on it when I'm doing it.

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

We have never arrived. We are in a constant state of becoming.