Really to know how all this happened unto this point was either hard to tell or wouldn’t make much sense in most people’s ears. So what was there to tell, if anything at all?
It was those cold nights in february a decade ago when time was still moving slowly and everything seemed out of place. We remember it now and some of our failures we remit. Though never to regret those dark days of february in a church in a small town with a piano. Somewhere, sometime.
There were unannounced concerts on farmer’s fields with electricity towers used as drum sets and guitar amplifiers powered by car batteries. Everything is always ending but so much it is beginning.