Look, When I Started Out, Mainstream Culture

Madonna, She Still Has Not Showed, We See This Empty Cage Now Corrode, Where Her Cape Of The Stage Once Had Flowed, The Fiddler He Now Steps To The Road, On The Back Of The Fish Truck That Loads, While My Conscience Explodes.

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.

Once I Can Focus In On Something, I Just Play It In My Mind Until An Idea Comes From Out Of Nowhere, And It's Usually The Key To The Whole Song. It's The Idea That Matters. It's Like Electricity Was Around Long Before Edison Harnessed It.

Ring The Bells For The Blind And Deaf.

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.