I Am An Immigrant With A Green

There's Still A Feeling That Uncensored Emotions Make A Good Song. They Don't. Pure Emotion Is Just Somebody Screaming At You, Or Crying. It Doesn't Communicate Anything. It Has To Be Mediated With Some Skill And Craft, In Order To Communicate It To A Second, A Third, Or A Fourth Person. That Doesn't Make It Any Less Real. And It Doesn't Make It Any Less True. But It Does Mean That, Yeah, It's The Combination That Makes It Work.

Living "in" A Story, Being Part Of A Narrative, Is Much More Satisfying Than Living Without One. I Don't Always Know What Narrative It Is, Because I'm Living My Life And Not Always Reflecting On It, But As I Edit These Pages I Am Aware That I Have An Urge To See My Sometimes Random Wandering As Having A Plot, A Purpose Guided By Some Underlying Story.

There's Still A Feeling That Uncensored Emotions Make A Good Song. They Don't. Pure Emotion Is Just Somebody Screaming At You, Or Crying. It Doesn't Communicate Anything.

We Do Express Our Emotions, Our Reactions To Events, Breakups And Infatuations, But The Way We Do That - The Art Of It - Is In Putting Them Into Prescribed Forms Or Squeezing Them Into New Forms That Perfectly Fit Some Emerging Context. That’s Part Of The Creative Process, And We Do It Instinctively; We Internalize It, Like Birds Do. And It’s A Joy To Sing, Like The Birds Do.

I Resent The Implication That I'm Less Of A Musician And A Worse Person For Not Appreciating Certain Works.