We call for the three great stimulants of the exhausted ones, artifice, brutality, and innocence.
What I do is unusual: chordal movements that have never been used before, changing keys and modalities mid-song.
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.
The coming of the kids hasn't come out in my art yet.
I don't like to make fluffy little songs, but now I want to make some light songs.
I don't understand why Europeans and South Americans can take more sophistication. Why is it that Americans need to hear their happiness major and their tragedy minor, and as jazzy as they can handle is a seventh chord? Are they not experiencing complex emotions?