But song-poems are also uniquely fascinating. Their particular badness is of the kind that record collectors, for example, love to attend to: the mixture of dread earnestness and camp, the mixture of mastery and inability, the collisions of historical eras, the inexplicability of certain cultural tendencies.
Today is one of those glorious nothing days. That empty box day on the calendar. The day where you toss around in your PJs and do absolutely irrelevant things. The joy!
A sad person doesn’t need words. All he needs is your presence.
If you are working on something exciting that you really care about, you don’t have to be pushed. The vision pulls you.