I returned from Washington this afternoon to find in my e-mailbox this note from a friend who’s been worrying about my reputation:
Remember when I said you shouldn’t hit every deadline so reliably, because it will make some dunderhead think you’re not an artist? In the same spirit, I want you to slow down a little. I want you to start spreading stories of your suffering–up at night, anguished at the burden of capturing such a great man’s art, honored by the opportunity to find and focus on Satchmo, listening over and over to his early recordings, hitting the crystal meth a little too hard. (We’ll think about that last one.) I just think many people are surprisingly primitive, even intellectuals, sometimes especially intellectuals, and are inclined to see truth in clich