The little reed, bending to the force of the wind, soon stood upright again when the storm had passed over.
When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989, my first piano teacher sent me something that I'd composed when I was four. I remember I played it, and it still sounded like me. I'm the same composer I was then.
It is commercial pop that the majority of people understand. A working man's daughter would not understand blues.