You know what makes me teary? Goya. Goya makes me cry.
I had another dream the other day about music critics. They were small and rodent-like with padlocked ears, as if they had stepped out of a painting by Goya.
If social protest is antithetical to art, what then shall we make of Goya, Dickens, and Twain?
Titian, Rembrandt and Goya were the great painters. I am only a public clown.