I imagined that when I found the perfect music I would become the cool guy that was always my potential. Now, on the far side of fifty, I see that it was supposed to be the other way around. All that time wasted wandering dark alleys in search of answers when it was the questions that were actually missing.
“Build it and they will come.” It was true. If anyone built it we would have come. We didn’t know that we were the builders. Builders with no blueprints. Players with no games. Dancers with no tunes. Writers with no stories.