
First thing she asks, as always: “Wheredja get the idea for that song?” I’m a composer, y’see. “From life,” I tell her, as always. “Whatcha mean?” the second thing she asks, as always, but now behind an “I Can’t Breathe” …
First thing she asks, as always: “Wheredja get the idea for that song?” I’m a composer, y’see. “From life,” I tell her, as always. “Whatcha mean?” the second thing she asks, as always, but now behind an “I Can’t Breathe” …