Born in 1953, I also recall the hippie era, during 1968, when my English professor accused me of writing like “Bxb Dxxxn”. She smiled, although I wasn’t inspired by her accusatory remark, until I had at least learnt who in the heck this “Bob” feller’ WAS ! ( THE AUTHOR’S NAME IS MANTLED WITH MYSTERY TO TRANSUDE THE VISUAL ASPECT OF SELF MODESTY ).
My first C & W song lyric was written for Tin Pan Alley in my senior year of High School. Mostly what I write is generally adaptable to a musical arrangement. When I try to compose free verse poetics, I tend to keep editing the poem, until it inadvertently mutates into a lyric, maybe due to some deeply rooted OCD tendencies. I tell myself that a song is a lyric with big dreams, and that a lyric is a poem in a Superman suit.
“We’re all ignorant- just in different
subjects.”
