While I Was Writing I Assumed It

I Hadn't Played Any Music Since Freshman Year Of College, More Than Thirty Years Ago, So I Had To Relearn Everything. I Started Writing Songs. Some Were Dance And Trance Songs (i Listen To Them A Lot While I'm Writing), And Some Were Love Songs, Because That After All Is What Music Is About - Dancing And Trancing And Love And Love's Setbacks.

As Soon As You Start Doing That - Changing Things - It Seems Self-evident To Me That You've Entered The World Of Make-believe. If You Pretend That It's True, And Use Your Own Name, You Are Misleading People. Fiction Is Looser And Wilder And Sometimes In The End More Self-revealing, Anyway.

Just As The People Who Lived Through The Second World War Thought Different Things On Different Days, I Think Everybody Who Goes Through That Period Carefully Now Thinks Different Things On Different Days.

From My Music Training, I Knew That, Some Spanish Rhythms Apart, 5/4 Is A Time Signature Used Only In The Modern Era. Holst's Mars From The Planets Is 5/4. But If You Speak Lines Of Poetry In That Pattern You Just End Up Hitting The Off-beats. It's Only When You Add A Rest - A Sixth Beat - That It Sounds As It Surely Should Sound.

You Almost Believe That You Will Never Come To The End Of A Roll Of Tape; And When You Do, There Is A Feeling, Nearly, Though Very Briefly, Of Shock And Grief.