There’s very little I can sing now. When I asked my first voice teacher, who was the best one, “When will I know when to stop singing?” he said, “Your voice will tell you.” And it is very, very difficult to sing now.
During the ‘ballad’ years for me, the politics was latent; I was just falling in love with the ballads and my boyfriend. And there was the beauty of the songs.
Seeing you sleeping peacefully on your back among your stuffed ducks, bears and basset hounds, would remind me that no matter how good the next day might be, certain moments were gone forever because we could not go backwards in time.
“Nasty Man” isn’t a laughing matter, but you have to laugh anyway. The song, itself, becomes something of a laughing matter because we’d go crazy if we didn’t keep laughing.
