If a song needs explaining, it isn’t a hit—it’s homework. by Cole Porter

Ira, dear, your brother wrote the tune and you still showed up to supervise.

Says the man who made elegance sound like a private feud.

Both of you are exhausting, which is impressive considering I’ve met actual producers.

Darling, I don’t write hits—I commit them.

Keep talking, Noel. At this point your entire personality is a raised eyebrow.