Years ago, I interned with a famous songwriter. After a week or so, I politely asked if he’d listen to one of my songs. I said, “It’s supposed to touch your heart.” He looked at me quizzically and said “Touch my heart? That won’t get you a cut. You get cuts when your song thrusts it’s angry fist deep into someone’s chest, rips the heart right out, throws it on the ground, and stomps it into tiny pieces. Just keep it real, and that’s how you get cuts.” Now a hundred cuts later, I realize just what a difference that one piece of advice made in my career. Miss you Joel – R.I.P. buddy, you touched my heart and made a difference in my life.