It’s when I see columns/comments like this that I’m glad I’ve never heard of some of these people.
Any of you ever raised or been around bantam chickens? They are smaller chickens, but the rooster struts his self-importance for all he’s worth from dawn to dusk. Never takes a daylight moment...
I always believed it changed when Linda died. He lost his muse.
Paul seems to have the ability to mentally catalog every sound he ever heard and draw on them to complement his music. Bird songs, industrial racket, his mother’s voice, etc.
I wonder how far below the rim this rock sat before the slide. I think some rock at the bottom of the canyon is estimated 2 billion years old (that’s some schist). Sometimes I like wondering better than googling.