“When I told a snarky friend I was writing about the new Philip Glass autobiography, Words Without Music, she asked, ‘Does it go like this: I, I, I, I, I, I, was, was, was, was, was, born, born, born, born?’ Snarky.”
“When I told a snarky friend I was writing about the new Philip Glass autobiography, Words Without Music, she asked, ‘Does it go like this: I, I, I, I, I, I, was, was, was, was, was, born, born, born, born?’ Snarky.”