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Whatever It Was That I Felt Was The Weak Link In My Previous Project Gave Me Inspiration For The Next One.

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You've Got To Keep The Child Alive; You Can't Create Without It.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping.

Grocery Shopping

I'm A Painter First, And A Musician Second.

Americans Have Decided To Be Stupid And Shallow Since 1980.

Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel More And More Isolated - Like I Didn't Have A Community Of Artists.

I'm A Method Actress In My Songs, Which Is Why It's Hard To Sing Them.

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

My Style Of Songwriting Is Influenced By Cinema. I'm A Frustrated Filmmaker. A Fan Once Said To Me, 'girl, You Make Me See Pictures In My Head!' And I Took That As A Great Compliment. That's Exactly My Intention.

The Times You Impress Me The Most Are The Times When You Don't Try.

I Have An Aversion To Being Mislabeled. Here's A Label I'd Accept: I'm An 'individual.' I'm Someone Who Can't Follow, And Doesn't Want To Lead.

Unlike Some Of My Peers, I Haven't Really Hit A Writer's Block. When I Hit A Block I Just Paint, Which Is An Old Crop Rotation Trick.

Edith Piaf Knocked My Socks Off When I Was 8, But I Didn't Know What She Was Singing About.

I'm A Very Analytical Person, A Somewhat Introspective Person; That's The Nature Of The Work I Do.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

Lazy Reviewers Look Up Other People's Reviews And They Write The Same Thing, So You Get People Writing Crap Based On Crap.

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

Keep A Good Heart. That's The Most Important Thing In Life. It's Not How Much Money You Make Or What You Can Acquire. The Art Of It Is To Keep A Good Heart.

I Don't Like Being Too Looked Up At Or Too Looked Down On. I Prefer Meeting In The Middle To Being Worshipped Or Spat Out.

I Try Not To Steal From Myself, But The Modalities Create Similarities.

Fibers In A Variety Of Colors Protrude Out Of My Skin Like Mushrooms After A Rainstorm. They Cannot Be Forensically Identified As Animal, Vegetable Or Mineral.

I Believe That I Am Male And I Am Female.

I Have Always Thought Of Myself As A Painter Derailed By Circumstance.

I See Music As Fluid Architecture.

But You Know It's Hard To Tell When You're In The Spell If It's Wrong Or If It's Real But You're Bound To Lose If You Let The Blues Get You Scared To Feel

I Don't Know How To Sell Out. If I Tried To Sell Out I Don't Think I Could.

I Could Drink A Case Of You.

We Have A War Dictator Who Was Not Elected, He Snuck In. So He Punishes People That Threaten Him In Any Way, Or Even Say Something He Doesn't Like. It Has No Resemblance To Democracy.

Paul Simon Started Piling Up A Lot Of Words, More Than The Bar Could Handle, And I Stopped!

The Land Of Litigation, The Courts Are Like Game Shows. Take What's Behind The Curtain The Jury Cries.

I Hang My Laundry On The Line When I Write.

I Wanted To Paint In A Folk-artist-y Way. My Heroes Were Van Gogh, Gauguin, Matisse, And Rembrandt. I Think Picasso Is About As A Modern As I Got. But I Incorporated Things That They Rejected As Well As Movements That Happened Later.

You Dont Know What You Got Till Its Gone

I Heard Someone From The Music Business Saying They Are No Longer Looking For Talent, They Want People With A Certain Look And A Willingness To Cooperate.

There'll Be Icicles And Birthday Clothes And Sometimes There'll Be Sorrow

Love Is Touching Souls.

Van Gogh Was Impulsive.

It's Life's Illusions That I Recall, I Really Don't Know Life At All

The Bands And The Roadies, Love 'em And Leave 'em. It's Pleasure To Try 'em, But Trouble To Keep 'em.

Let Light Hearts Remake Us.

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

Musically, I Don't Think I'd Ever Dry Up. I Trust My Musical Invention.

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.

They Used To Laugh At Me When I Refused To Ride On All Those Double Decker Buses, All Because There Was No Driver On The Top.

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

Depression Can Be The Sand That Makes The Pearl. Most Of My Best Work Came Out Of It.

I Was Young For My Age. Not As Naïve As They Expected. I Don't Know Why I Seem To Bring That Out In People.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

Happiness Is The Best Facelift.

I Got In Before Soho Was Soho. It Was Just Little Italy When I Was In There. It's Still Off The Touristy Track. It's Just Away From The Saturday Action, The Crowds And Everything. It's Too Expensive. It's Insane. You've Got To Be A Billionaire To Live On Manhattan Now.

I Have One Piece Of Music, Since 1997, And I Don't See It Having Lyrics. Where Does It Go In This World? So I Haven't Recorded It.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.

The Songwriting Was Almost Like Something I Did While I Was Waiting For My Daughter To Come Back.

To Enjoy My Music, You Need Depth And Emotionality.

I Was Anti-intellectual To The Nth. Basically I Liked To Dance And Paint, And That Was About It.

Won't You Stay We'll Put On The Day And We'll Talk In Present Tenses

I Don't Like To Make Fluffy Little Songs, But Now I Want To Make Some Light Songs.

What I Do Is Unusual: Chordal Movements That Have Never Been Used Before, Changing Keys And Modalities Mid-song.

I Come From Pioneer Stock, Developers Of The West, People Who Went Out Into The Wilderness And Set Up Home With Nothing But A Pair Of Oxen.

We Managed To Put Together A Compilation That Had Some Creativity To It. In The Meantime I Was Listening To The Free Radio Stations And I Noticed That During Their War Coverage They Were Playing These Songs Born Out Of The Vietnam War That Were All Critical Of The Soldiers.

Bows And Flows Of Angel Hair And Ice Cream Castles In The Air And Feather Canyons Everywhere, I've Looked At Clouds That Way.

Oh It Gets So Lonely When You're Walking And The Streets Are Full Of Strangers

I Love You When I Forget About Me.

My Family Could Only Afford To Get Me The Box Of Eight Crayola Crayons, But I Craved The One With All 24 Colours. I Wanted Magenta And Turquoise And Silver And Gold.

I Met A Redneck On A Grecian Isle Who Did The Goat Dance Very Well.

I Learned From Admiration And Osmosis.

I Always Thought The Women Of Song Don't Get Along, And I Don't Know Why That Is.

Some People Are Upset To See You Doing Ordinary Things. Those People, If They Were A Celebrity, They Would Have An Entourage.

Don't It Always Seem To Go, That You Don't Know What You've Got Till It's Gone.

Human Condition

All The News Of Home You Read, More About The War And Of Bloody Changes.

My Life Came Down To Being A Granny And Watching A Lot Of Television.

I Wrote 'big Yellow Taxi' On My First Trip To Hawaii. I Took A Taxi To The Hotel And When I Woke Up The Next Morning, I Threw Back The Curtains And Saw These Beautiful Green Mountains In The Distance. Then, I Looked Down And There Was A Parking Lot As Far As The Eye Could See, And It Broke My Heart This Blight On Paradise. That's When I Sat Down And Wrote The Song.

White Rhythm Is Waltzes, Marches, And The Polka. In Africa, Rhythm Is Used For A Celebratory Groove, But White Rhythm Doesn't Have Such An Enormous Vocabulary Of Spirits. It's Basically Militant.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

Do You Want - Do You Want - Do You Want To Dance With Me Baby?

At The Point Where I'm Trying To Force Something And It's Not Happening, And I'm Getting Frustrated With, Say, Writing A Poem, I Can Go And Pick Up The Brushes And Start Painting. At The Point Where The Painting Seems To Not Be Going Anywhere, I Go And Pick Up The Guitar.

People Were Very Protective Of Me. Overly So. I Was In The Industry For A Long Time Before I Had Any Idea Of What Drugs People Were Doing.

They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's Just A Dream Some Of Us Had

I Wish I Had A River I Could Skate Away On?

Land Of Snap Decisions, Land Of Short Attention Spans, Nothing Is Savored Long Enough To Really Understand.

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

Not To Dismiss Gershwin, But Gershwin Is The Chip; Ellington Was The Block.

In Terms Of Fiction, I'd Rather Go Out And Have A Good Time Than Read A Book About Someone Having A Good Or Bad Time.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

Innocence Is Drowned In Anarchy. The Best Lack Conviction Given Time To Think, And The Worst Are Full Of Passion Without Mercy.

When You Reach That Kind Of Successful Pinnacle, It Is The Nature Of The Business And The Press And Everything That They Go About Tearing You Down.

People Will Tell You Were They Have Gone, They'll Tell You Where To Go, But Until You Get There For Yourself You Never Really Know.

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.

We'll Laugh And Toast To Nothing, And Smash Our Empty Glasses Down.

They Paved Paradise And Put Up A Parking Lot.

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

Drag Wasn't Always Counterculture.

That's One Thing That's Always, Like, Been A Difference Between, Like, The Performing Arts, And Being A Painter, You Know. A Painter Does A Painting, And He Paints It, And That's It, You Know. He Has The Joy Of Creating It, It Hangs On A Wall, And Somebody Buys It, And Maybe Somebody Buys It Again, Or Maybe Nobody Buys It And It Sits Up In A Loft Somewhere Until He Dies. But He Never, You Know, Nobody Ever, Nobody Ever Said To Van Gogh, 'paint A Starry Night Again, Man!' You Know? He Painted It And That Was It.

He Saw My Complications And He Mirrored Me Back Simplified, And We Laughed How Our Perfect World Would Always Be Denied.

I Can't Remember Anything I Ever Wrote.

There Are Things To Confess That Enrich The World, And Things That Need Not Be Said.

I Think I Would Go Further Into Fine Arts, I Think, If I Were To Continue.

No One Likes To Have Less Than They Had Before. That's The Nature Of The Human Animal.

When I Was 19 I Went To Art School. I Had Six Months Of Teaching Myself To Play Baritone Ukulele Under My Belt So I Was Sort Of A Novice Folkie... I Was Singing Folk Songs At That Time.

Augustine, Anne Sexton And Sylvia Plath Are Confessional Writers And All Three Make Me Sick. I Have Nothing In Common With Them.

How Does A Person Create A Song? A Lot Of It Is Being Open To Encounter And To Be In Touch With The Miraculous.

When I Felt That Fame - People Were Nosing Me Out - Well, I Moved On. I Used Traveling Names; Wigs If Necessary.

Nobody Understood The Reoccurring Dream, But After September 11, When We Were Coerced To Do A National Duty And Go Out And Shop, Surely People Could Begin To See What I Was Getting At.

I Am A Woman Of Heart And Mind, Looking For Affection And Respect, A Little Passion.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

My Childhood Was Very Difficult. I Had Every Childhood Disease And Then Some, But My Parents Didnt Mollycoddle Me. They Left Me To Fight Those Battles On My Own. I Guess That Was Very Canadian, Very Stoic. But Its Good. I Had To Become A Warrior. I Had To Give Up Hope And Find A Substitute For Hope That Would Be Far More Stable.

You Have This Mounting Aggressive Ignorance With The Rabbit's Foot Of Their Particular Religion. You Don't Really Have Any Kind Of Spiritual Law, Just A Kind Of A Rabid Mental Illness. The Songs Are A Little Slice Of Life.

I Heard Someone From The Music Business Saying They Are No Longer Looking For Talent, They Want People With A Certain Look And A Willingness To Cooperate. I Thought, That's Interesting, Because I Believe A Total Unwillingness To Cooperate Is What Is Necessary To Be An Artist — Not For Perverse Reasons, But To Protect Your Vision. The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music. That's Why I Spend My Time Now Painting.

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

I Didn't Like The Sound Of People Gasping At The Mere Mention Of My Name. It Horrified Me...

They Took All The Trees And Put Them In A Tree Museum.

Daydreamin' Drugs The Pain Of Living.

I've Got 50 Different Tunings In The Guitar.

If I'm Censoring For Anyone, It's For My Parents. They Are Very Old-fashioned And Moral People. They Still Don't Understand Me That Well.

If You See Yourself As A Kingly Type, Then You Need Your Serfs And Your Army And So On Around You.

The Rock & Roll Industry Is Very Incestuous, And We Have All Been Close At One Time Or Another. A Lot Of Beautiful Music And A Lot Of Beautiful Times Came From That. A Lot Of Pain, Too, Because, Inevitably, Different Relationships Broke Up.

Because Elvis Gave 'em Cars, You Think I'm Cheap.

I Met A Woman She Had A Mouth Like Yours She Knew Your Life She Knew Your Devils And Your Deeds And She Said "go To Him, Stay With Him If You Can But Be Prepared To Bleed

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.

People Used To Say Nobody Can Sing My Songs But Me, They're Too Personal.

I'm Not A Pitiable Creature. It's Just That I Suffer Very Eloquently.

Bob [dylan] Is Not Authentic At All. He's A Plagiarist, And His Name And Voice Are Fake. Everything About Bob Is A Deception. We Are Like Night And Day, He And I.

I Am As Constant As A Northern Star

We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time, We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind.

Oh, The Jealousy, The Greed Is The Unraveling. It's The Unraveling And It Undoes All The Joy That Could Be. .

The Blue Album, There’s Hardly A Dishonest Note In The Vocals. At That Period Of My Life, I Had No Personal Defenses. I Felt Like A Cellophane Wrapper On A Pack Of Cigarettes. I Felt Like I Had Absolutely No Secrets From The World And I Couldn’t Pretend In My Life To Be Strong. Or To Be Happy. But The Advantage Of It In The Music Was That There Were No Defenses There, Either.

There Was This Mountain Village In Russia Where My Music Was Getting In On Some German Radio Station. I Remember This Because Music Used To Get Up To Saskatchewan From Texas. Late At Night After The Local Station Closed Down.

Because I'm So Busy And Because I Think Of Myself As A Painter, I Desperately Guard The Time That I Have To Paint. And Sometimes I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

Moons And Junes And Ferris Wheels The Dizzy Dancing Way You Feel As Every Fairy Tale Comes Real I've Looked At Love That Way.

I Could Drink A Case Of You, Darlin'...and I Would Still Be On My Feet, Yes I Would Still Be On My Feet.

My Husband Had An Education. He Had A Degree In Literature. I Married Into A Camp Of Literary Types.

I Learned A Woman Is Never An Old Woman.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

They'll Crucify You For Staying The Same, And They'll Crucify You For Change. I'd Rather Be Crucified For Changing.

When I Came To California, It Was The Mecca Of The World. Every Young Person On The Planet Wanted To Be Here.

I Lost My Daughter At 21. I Had To Give Her Up Because I Was Broke, No Place To Take Her, No Money To Take Her. That Was Very Traumatic.

With A Painting, You Don't Have To Go Back And Paint It Again.

Does The Moon Play Only Silver When It Strums The Galaxy?

I Didn't Think I Had Much Of A Following In The South. I Thought I Was Anonymous Down There So I Kept To The South. But I Found In Certain Pockets That I Was Quite Recognizable And I Just Hit A Wig Store.

I See The Entire World As Eden, And Every Time You Take An Inch Of It Away, You Must Do So With Respect.

I'm A Little Young For Retirement.

I Find A Lot Of Poetry To Be Narcissistic.

Buddy Holly And The Early Rock 'n' Roll Was No Lighter Than The Way I Play. It's Very Minimal.

I Create By Feeling Rather Than By Intellectualizing.

Do You See How You Hurt Me, Baby? So I Hurt You Too. Then We Both Get So Blue. I Am On A Lonely Road And I Am Traveling, Looking For The Key To Set Me Free.

Missing Someone

The Beginning Of Survival Is My Best Album. I Am Very Proud Of It, And I Am Surprised At It, Too. I Thought Some Of Travelogue Was A Little Heavy, But I Don't Think This Is Heavy.

Woke Up, It Was A Chelsea Morning, And The First Thing That I Knew There Was Milk And Toast And Honey And A Bowl Of Oranges, Too.

Musically, I Would Never Run Dry. Any Time I Sit Down To An Instrument, I Could Write A Song.

An Unhappy Mother Does Not Raise A Happy Child.

You Wake Up One Day And Suddenly Realize That Your Youth Is Behind You, Even Though You're Still Young At Heart.

Something's Lost, But Something's Gained, In Living Everyday.

I'd Had A Rough Childhood.

And The Seasons They Go 'round And 'round And The Painted Ponies Go Up And Down We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind From Where We Came And Go Round And Round And Round In The Circle Game.

My Goal As A Writer Is More To Comfort Than To Disturb.

I Had Made All These Rules For Myself: I'm Not Writing Social Commentary, I'm Not Writing Love Songs.

A Little Lawyer On The Tube, He Said, Its So Easy Now, Anyone Can Sue.

There's A Man Who's Been Out Sailing In A Decade Full Of Dreams And He Takes Her To A Schooner And He Treats Her Like A Queen Bearing Beads From California With Their Amber Stones And Green He Has Called Her From The Harbor He Has Kissed Her With His Freedom He Has Heard Her Off To Starboard In The Breaking And The Breathing Of The Water Weeds While She Was Busy Being Free

The Most Important Thing Is To Write In Your Own Blood. I Bare Intimate Feelings Because People Should Know How Other People Feel.

Inside Your Own Self Pity There You Swim, In Sinking Down To Drown Her Voice Still Haunts You, And Only With Your Laughter Can You Win.

My Parents Told Me I'd Point To A Bed Of Flowers And Say 'pink. Pretty,' Before I Knew Any Other Words.

When I Began Experimenting, People Weren't Ready For It. Once It's In Its Second And Third Generational Stages, People Can Accept It.

I Live In A Box Of Paints I'm Frightened By The Devil And I'm Drawn To Those Ones That Ain't Afraid

I Came Upon A Child Of God, He Was Walking Along The Road And I Asked Him, Where Are You Going And This He Told Me: "i'm Going On Down To Yasgur's Farm I'm Going To Join In A Rock 'n' Roll Band I'm Going To Camp Out On The Land, I'm Going To Try An' Get My Soul Free.

Some Turn To Jesus And Some Turn To Heroin.

Sorrow Is So Easy To Express And Yet So Hard To Tell.

Yesterday A Child Came Out To Wonder Caught A Dragonfly Inside A Jar Fearful When The Sky Was Full Of Thunder And Tearful At The Falling Of A Star

Everyone I Know Has Attention Deficit, And They Say It With Great Pride. It's A Bad Time To Be Right.

Ask Anyone In America Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You California. Ask Anyone In California Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Los Angeles. Ask Anyone In Los Angeles Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Tell You Hollywood. Ask Anyone In Hollywood Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Laurel Canyon. And Ask Anyone In Laurel Canyon Where The Craziest People Live And They'll Say Lookout Mountain. So I Bought A House On Lookout Mountain.

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.

The Considerations Of A Corporation, Especially Now, Have Nothing To Do With Art Or Music.

I Liked Playing In Small Clubs. I Really Liked Holding The Attention Of Thirty Or Forty People. I Never Liked The Roar Of The Big Crowd.

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

I Conceived In Art College At The Age Of 20, Near The End Of Term.

I Like My Freedom. I Like To Do My Own Grocery Shopping. People Do Recognize You. They Are Kind Of Shocked. Some People Like It. It Makes Them Feel At Ease. It Confirms Their Hopes That You Are In Fact Similar To Them.

I Know My Generation - A Lot Of Them, They're Getting Old Now, And They Want To Think Back Fondly, They Want To Kid Themselves. A Lot Of Them Think, 'yeah, We Were The Best.' That's The Kiss Of Death. That's Non-growth. And Also That's Very Bad For The World.

Richard Got Married To A Figure Skater, And He Bought Her A Dishwasher And A Coffee Percolator.

I Hate Show Business.

He's Swept With The Broom Of Contempt And The Rooms Have An Empty Ring.

When You're Trying To Pass On The Best Of The Stuff You're Culling To What Should Be A Hungry Culture But You Have It Diminished... That's Kind Of Disappointing.

During Times Like These, The Wise Are Influential.

Times Like These

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

I've Looked At Life From Both Sides Now...from Win And Lose, And Still Somehow It's Life's Illusions I Recall I Really Don't Know Life At All.

I Prefer Christmas, Which Is Everybody's Holiday. It's Just My Nature. I Don't Like To Be Zeroed In On En Masse.

Chase Away The Demons, And They Will Take The Angels With Them.

So Many Things I Would Have Done, But Clouds Got In My Way.

I Assume There Must Be Some Kind Of Genetic Thrust. My Two Grandmothers Were Very Different, But Both Of Them Were Frustrated Musicians.

I Certainly Don't Want To Be An Angry Old Artist.

I Get The Urge For Going/but I Never Seem To Go.

The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come Out In My Art Yet.

I'm Your Biggest Fan, California, I'm Coming Home

I Came Through Folk Music Simply Because It Was Easy To Get Into It.

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

Give Me Spots On My Apples, But Leave Me The Birds And The Bees, Please.

I Loved Debussy, Stravinsky, Chopin, Tchaikovsky, Anything With Romantic Melodies, Especially The Nocturnes. Nietzsche Was A Hero, Especially With Thus Spoke Zarathustra. He Gets A Bad Rap; Hes Very Misunderstood. Hes A Maker Of Individuals, And He Was A Teacher Of Teachers.

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

Fear Is Like The Wilderland - Stepping Stones Or Sinking Sand

Stepping Stones

You Know That It Never Has Been Easy Whether You Do Or Do Not Resign Whether You Travel The Breadth Of The Extremities Or Stick To Some Straighter Line.

Rachmaninoff Made A Musician Out Of Me. His 'rhapsody On A Theme By Paganini' Was The Piece That Sent Me Into Raptures. It Spoke To Me. To Me, It Was A Tender Entreaty For The Misunderstood.

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