I have a good friend in the East. A good singer, and a good folksinger, a good
song collector, who comes and listens to my shows and says, "You sing a lot
about the past. You always sing about the past; you can't live in the past,
you know." And I say to him, "I can go outside and pick up a rock that's older
than the oldest song you know and bring it back here and drop it on your foot."
Now, the past didn't go anywhere, did it? It's right here, right now - I
always thought that anybody who told me I couldn't live in the past was trying
to get me to forget something that if I remembered it would get 'em in serious
trouble.
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-r