I really think this constant stream of information is getting to us. Our sense of magic, of wonder, of creativity is dwindling with this need to know absolutely everything, from the bloopers in The Neverending Story to the size of Justin Bieber’s shoes. No longer do I puzzle over the lyrics in “The Bullet Hits the Bone,” which was so much fun to do; I now look it up, satisfying the constant curiosity.
