Sunlight will renew your pride.
Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.
You feed it all your woes, the ghostly garden grows.
People used to say nobody can sing my songs but me, they're too personal.
For the first time in my career, I'm working in a fine-arts arena, so I'm finally getting some intelligent reviews.
My heart is broken in the face of the stupidity of my species.