At a certain point I just stopped saddling people with the necessity of responsibility… I cut everyone some slack. There were a lot of people I cared about who were faced with tremulous circumstances. I’d see them squirming in their chairs, or barstools. It was real.
Sometimes I’ll be at my job, or walking by the rail tracks in my town, and I’m just like, MUSIC? What would be the point of MUSIC? Music, no matter the genre, style, or rudiments used, is still a paradigm. South Bend is aching, quaking, with screws loose. But there’s still that same old buzz, the buzz of the engine. We all love that buzz. You can’t care about anything BUT that buzz, or you’ll lose its spark in you. It’s a sophisticated facility wielded across the board, because even if you’re just doing heating and air conditioning, you have to know how to act. Sometimes you talk and sometimes you just listen, and at that listening you’re at the world’s mercy, and the clouds could roll over and pummel you with change, so much change, so much that the next time you talk, you might be someone else.