No One Knows Anything, Really.

Let The Guilty Bury The Innocent, And Let No One Change The Evidence

That Love Which Does Not Build A Foundation On Good Sense Is Doomed.

We Go On Our Hands And Knees And Crawl Our Way Towards The Truth

There Are These Rare Moments When Musicians Together Touch Something Sweeter Than They've Ever Found Before In Rehearsals Or Performance, Beyond The Merely Collaborative Or Technically Proficient, When Their Expression Becomes As Easy And Graceful As Friendship Or Love. This Is When They Give Us A Glimpse Of What We Might Be, Of Our Best Selves, And Of An Impossible World In Which You Give Everything To Others, But Lose Nothing Of Yourself.

We Know So Little About Each Other. We Lie Mostly Submerged, Like Ice Floes, With Our Visible Social Selves Projecting Only Cool And White.