In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Part of my job
Boy, you know, I look out at the world and life and all that stuff and I don't think I've come to any conclusions. I don't know if I've learned a fuckin' thing.
And is that important to you, farmboy?
I guess, man. I don't know. Sometimes I wonder "what's the use," you know? But I'm not feeling that way right now, by the way. It's just the way I feel sometimes. It's no fun and it's a great responsibility.
It is. And you're an artist, you're a songwriter. It's part of your job, farmboy.
Yeah, part of my job. At least there's a fuckin' reason for it.
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