“They say a neurotic is a man who builds a castle in the air. A psychotic is the man who lives in it. And a psychiatrist is the man who collects the rent.” – Jerome Lawrence
I would add that a writer is the one who can no longer afford the rent. Know what I mean? Therapy gets pretty expensive and they can’t fix the broken parts anyway. Might as well write about it. One way or another you end up finding it in your songs or your novel, or your journal. Stuff you didn’t mean to be writing about but, shit, there it is again: old irresolvable, foundational themes, the ones that go way down deep and define you, the ones you can’t change and so you have to learn to accept them as your particular form of insanity (hint: best to call it “quirky” when talking about your friends’ particular form of insanity). Maybe writing won’t fix the broken parts either, but it does offer an avenue of acceptance and, if you’re willing to see it, even a little humor.
And this: How cool it is to see Jerry Jeff get his props from the younger dudes and dudettes. Thanks to Todd Snider, Jason Isbell and Amanda Shires.
