Indeed — Why Should I Not Admit

I Felt Slightly Superior To Student Politics, For Instance. I Had No Reason To Think This, But I Thought Of Myself As Slightly More Seasoned. I Became Quite Cynical Talking To My Student Friends.

For A Great Many People, The Evening Is The Most Enjoyable Part Of The Day. Perhaps, Then, There Is Something To His Advice That I Should Cease Looking Back So Much, That I Should Adopt A More Positive Outlook And Try To Make The Best Of What Remains Of My Day. After All, What Can We Ever Gain In Forever Looking Back And Blaming Ourselves If Our Lives Have Not Turned Out Quite As We Might Have Wished?

My Friends And I Took Songwriting Very, Very Seriously. My Hero Was And Still Is Bob Dylan, But Also People Like Leonard Cohen And Joni Mitchell And That Whole Generation.

I Quizzed Him A Lot On This Point And I Suspect The Truth Was That It Was Like A Lot Of Things At That Age: You Don't Have Any Clear Reason, You Just Do It. You Do It Because You Think It Might Get A Laugh, Or Because You Want To See If It'll Cause A Stir. And When You're Asked To Explain Afterwards, It Doesn't Seem To Make Any Sense.

I Spent Ages Figuring Out Things Like Viewpoint, How You Tell The Story, And So On.