Last night I read those letters, and they made me feel one hundred years old - from Stolen Car, Bruce Springsteen
I remember snow falling quietly on 14th Street in New York January 1999 and thinking it the most melancholy, yet most romantic sight imaginable.
I've long held a (completely invented) theory that one can distinguish not only people, but also places, in fact almost anything, by whether it is major- or minor- key dominant. Here I focus on the minor, which has always felt like my spiritual home.
On the other hand, it has been claimed that it is actually much harder to compose in the major key than the minor (this is the "any fool can write a sad song" theory).