This being Woodie Guthrie’s a hundredth birthday, in the centerpiece of this year’s South by Southwest Conference, I’m also gonna talk a little bit about my musical development and where it intersected with Woodie’s and why.

As for shooting a man from behind a wall, it is cruelly like to stalking a deer.

A want of sense.

He sees a pretty woman in a pod and decides to make her his, subsuming her lifetime of hopes and dreams (not to mention her bodily autonomy) to his own desire for companionship, and lies to her in order to fulfill that desire. But he’s a nice guy, and he felt conflicted about it before he did it, so it’s… understandable? Or at least forgivable? Apparently?)