In Saturday’s WSJ’s Weekend Journal was an intereview with Janis Ian.
I liked the last question:
How old were you when you thought you were grown up?
In my 40s, I realized would never be the youngest again, never be considered amazing again, that I was being looked up to by two generations of songwriters. I had to accept that I had moved into a mentoring age, and I could go gracefully or go kicking and screaming. I remember when I was a kid thinking, “When I grow up no one is ever going to tell me what to do again.” How nice to be so innocent.