He's still not interviewing other people; he's still interviewing himself.
Loneliness seems to have become the great American disease.
The stars are the great Gothic churches: spires, naves, delicate flying buttresses, massive conventional buttresses, stained glass and grandeur, grandeur, grandeur.
His words and music weren't just joined; they were inseparably married.
He bullied, soothed and cajoled. In fact, he's awfully good at what he does, but how one wishes he didn't work quite so hard doing it.
One of the glories of New York is its ethnic food, and only McDonald's and Burger King equalize us all.