A song, as an architecture of thoughts with some beauty added in, should not be too precious; I would think it should be enough to have the thrill of seeing what happens to it when it goes into the world and then comes back out to greet you, changed but clearly the same, like a teenager leaving home and coming back after a few years. The first time this happened to me was when Bert picked up my Incandescent Pickle song and sang it on Mudcat Radio in his own inimitable style. It was a hoot for me to see it coming back tome in someone else's voice.


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