The Man I'll Never Be, Who Remembers

You Have To Be Submitted For The Pulitzer, And Unbeknownst To Us, A Choral Director Whom I Know Had Submitted Us.

Let The Moment Go. . . . Don't Forget It For A Moment, Though. Just Remembering You've Had An "and" When You're Back To "or" Makes The "or" Mean More Than It Did Before. . . . Now I Understand! And It's Time To Leave The Woods.

I Was Never Much Of A Reader. I'm A Slow Reader, Which Is Unusual, Because I'm So Into Language And I Love Words So Much. But It's Hard For Me To Read.

Johnny Depp's Performance Is Quite Remarkable. Sweeney's Desire For Revenge And The Simmering Anger And Hurt That He Feels Carry The Story Forward, And Johnny Finds The Most Remarkable Variety Within That Narrow Set Of Emotions. The Intensity Is At A Boil All The Time And He Never Drops It. It's Real Anger.

Making Lyrics Feel Natural, Sit On Music In Such A Way That You Dont Feel The Effort Of The Author, So That They Shine And Bubble And Rise And Fall, Is Very, Very Hard To Do. Whereas You Can Sit At The Piano And Just Play And Feel Youre Making Art.