life
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as a writer of one- to two-minute songs, I’m not interested in holding on to something for very long, or walking back into the past too deep. I’m in it for the permission to be transient. it’s like this with singing, too. the whole idea of holding a note is strange to me. singing isn’t…
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leaving a lover, leaving a party, anything you leave, saying good-bye any time, has an ending. with a song, it’s hard to know when. because it’s a small invention. with no conclusions. when I write a song, I’m not theorizing anything. nothing comes together at the end, except the end and the beginning. a return to something as it…
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I never know when or how a song is going to end. I do know it has a way of bending. the end of the beginning bends to the beginning of the end. it’s something that eludes formula and analysis. I can’t tell you how many times I have sung “loss,” and how often it was “love” that…
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