That is the American experiment. An ethnic group arriving on America's shores, to be reviled and hazed, living in squalor, or if they are lucky Squalor Heights, working hard to give their children or grandchildren the opportunity to sh*t on the next group landing on our shores.
I love the relationship that anyone has with music. . . because there's something in us that is beyond the reach of words, something that eludes and defies our best attempts to spit it out. . . . It's the best part of us probably.