Julian is listening to music and smoking a cigarette. “What did you want to be,” he asks me, “when you were a kid?”“This?” I say with a shrug. “What about you?”“I just wanted to write music that could touch people,” he says. “A songwriter — you play a few chords and sing a melody that’s been done a thousand times, and now you’re a singer-songwriter. I think it takes a little more than that to do something that matters. And I wish I could write a song where all the parts work. When you hear a song like that, it’s like finding a new friend. Maybe you’ve been fucking alone and looking for someone, and when you find them, it’s like everything seems better. I feel like sometimes great artists — it won’t politically affect anything, but it can make a crack in the ceiling and you can see a bit of light. You don’t know what’s gonna come, but you try. I think eighty-five percent of the fun is just going for it. And not going for it for your own gratification, but making personal sacrifices to do it right.” Suddenly self-conscious about having waxed philosophical, HE LOOKS ME IN THE EYES AND LAUGHS,”OR NOT”:)
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