It was like a memory. It flows. You don’t go, “Oh, that was that year.” It’s more like, “Oh, was that that year?” It’s a flowing thing.
This woman, who has never held a job for any time, doesn’t get up In the mornings, is routinely three or four hours late to appointments, who walks out of studios because she doesn’t feel like singing that day, and has a knack for both tantrum and wonder, achieves a childlike intensity of emotion in her songs because on some level she isn’t, even at the age of forty-seven, quite an adult. And I am probably not the only one who isn’t in a hurry to see her to grow up.
We need magic and bliss, and power and myth, and celebration and religion in our lives and music is a good way to encapsulate a lot of it.
Happy birthday Jer