My favorite moments are when the bass falls in the pocket with the drums, the guitar is on top just slicing it, and the melody is scraping across like a sidewinder shattering through the monitor. It's just, ahhh, I love it! That's the jones, the hit, the buzz right there. It gets me off.
A nomad I was even when I was very small and would stare at the road, that white spellbinding road headed straight for the unknown. . . a nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.