Couldn't Help But Make Me

A Record ... Is A Statement, It's Its Own Statement, Its Own Entity, Rather Than Being About Something Else. If I Was A Painter ... I Don't Paint The Chair, I Would Paint Feelings About The Chair.

In Songs, You Have To Tell People About Something They Didn't See And Weren't There For, And You Have To Do It As If You Were.

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.