There is no use running from the sorrow. Nor from confronting. Only in this way something better will come, only in this way the pain disappears. Morphine passages through the darkness open. One should know how to wait and see. One should know how to listen. Music is sacred. Music is the secret passage from the unbearableness to the blue skies that will tell us that there are other things as well.
I think about the rain and what you have said. I think about Sandman. What a way to leave the stage. A heart attack half the way though the song, without suffering, without thinking and planning. At one moment you are on the stage of the ancient city of Palestrina, in Italy, you poured all of your life in front of strangers, and also gave them your death by nightfall. What a real way to go, Jo Strummer would smile.
While Supersex is on, your knees lock down and you fall on your back, still clinging to your bass guitar. Queens of The Stone Age https://youtu.be/oTienxSk0Pc see you off to the sky with their riffs. It can hardly be more appropriate.
the art is inside
