I love Nev like he is my own blood. But sometimes I think it’s difficult for him to truly see outside of himself. He likes to think that he is not influenced by others, that he is his own unique and strange creation. And yet we all pick up tics, don’t we? I discovered that the ones Nev had picked up while living in New York, hanging about in this singer/songwriter scene, had drained him of anything exciting and different. His lyrics were offbeat and imaginative, often wry; by contrast, the image he was mimicking felt trite and predictable, and that weighed down the entire package. He needed to
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