He writes one too, but he writes . . . like . . . I don’t know. And he sings . . . like . . . like . . . dammit. Dylan might say like ice, like fire. But everybody borrows from Dylan. I want to be a writer, to be a lender of words. (A thunderous debut indeed!)
Lately I’m thinking about Josh Ritter and his incredible music, about fandom, about American literary tradition, about history, about art, and about love. I figured I’d write about it a bit—find some words. And then I’ll go.
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