I remember an interview with Quincy Jones, where he was asked "Which song do you wish you'd written yourself?" His answer was "Strange Fruit," a tremendously significant Jazz standard (if it's new to you, listen to it without thinking about the lyrics, then read the lyrics and listen to it again).

I have to say, this is the essay I wish I had written. It's beautiful by every one of my standards of beauty, most especially in that the journey of writing it appears to be even more attractive than the pleasure of reading it.

I'm glad to read it today,

Thank you!