After a while, though, you realize that a whole slew of young singer-songwriter piano players are getting compared to you. That’s when you feel the passage of time is occurring.
The way I see it, the men that I’m with, whoever they are, it’s like look, you have to accept the fact that I like ice cream, and I know it shows up on my hips but if you can’t accept that, then leave. Go away, toodles. It is non-negotiable.
