I’m listening to Bruce today – and as I listen to Thunder Road for the two dozenth time today, I think if I can write books with the sort of gut level appeal of lyrics like:
You ain’t a beauty but hey you’re alright
Oh and that’s alright with me
I might just make it in the world.
I don’t need to be important. I don’t need to be seminal. But I want to write things that make people *feel* things.