“I’m sick and tired of somebody saying ‘I love you’ with both arms up in the air.”
“As Is: Bill Withers makes no apologies,” The New Yorker (Sasha Frere-Jones. Of course. Swoon.):
“Withers’s gift lies in the immediacy of his scenarios and in how few words he needed to turn around a thought: his common explanation for how he reached conclusions as a writer is ‘I was feeling what I said.’ His willingness to express his most awkward emotions was matched by an intolerance for unsubstantiated shows of emotion.”
The build-to-crescendo progression here makes me feel happy, joyous, and free. Thanks, Bill!