But really, when you consider how much praise and attention is heaped on lyric writers, its astonishing how rare it is for any of its great exponents to try to dig a little deeper (or at least ramble on a little longer) than a three minute pop song allows.
I have a theory about this. It’s a pretty simple one. I think writing books is just too much like hard work.
From a British rock writer here on a recent Keith-Richards-inspired publishing house trend of hiring rockers to write books.
I like this guy’s style, especially when he goes after “Obla-di, obla-da, life goes on, bra” and such. Funny yet insightful stuff. And his quote supports what I’ve said here. Hat tip to the now-blogging-for-Ricochet Flagg Taylor.
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