True Things
Jenny points to wise words from Roseanne Cash, who’s guest blogging at the NYT this week. I am stealing her excerpt whole cloth and even adding a chunk, because I’m lazy like that and might want to be able to find it again sometime (whole thing behind the cut):
Sometimes songs are postcards from the future. Often I have found that a song reveals something subtle but important about my own life that I was only vaguely aware of while writing, but that became clear as time went on. I wrote "Black Cadillac" six weeks before a rash of deaths began in my family. The day I finished writing it, I played the completed song to myself, as a kind of last run-through to check for rhyme scheme errors and syllable scanning, and a tidal wave of anxiety started rising in my gut. I knew I had given myself a message.
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