Nobody heard anything ahead of time.
If Woody Guthrie set the bar for American songwriters, Bob Dylan jumped right over it. No one I know will ever come close to possessing the beauty of melody and the use of language that Dylan shares with us, with ease.
Go to work and be a Hollywood stud, drive your four wheel drive right into the mud.
The Internet is the wrong direction for music.
All my friends are so small town.
The dust to which this flesh shall return, it is the ancient dreaming dust of God.