So O’Connor wrote her book and now I’ve written mine. In between I managed to string miles and miles of tin cans together until they reached all the way across the ocean. When we Zoomed, I had so much to ask her, so many things that I wanted to say and couldn’t say. After we went through all the standard interview questions, which she answered coherently and candidly, O’Connor and I spoke at some length about Dylan and his influence. At one point she started reciting some of his song titles, which I started scribbling down on a Post-it note.
As she ticked them off, she looked off to the side and her speech slowed. She seemed to be losing herself for a moment, as though she were reliving something, rather than just listing titles or remembering songs. After the interview, while I was waiting for her to send me the recording she’d made of her side of our conversation, I put together a playlist. The next day I popped on my headphones and pulled it up as I started vacuuming my house—a chore I’d long neglected as I prepped for the call.
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