The sky would go dark and light and dark again before he would get around to thinking about it. Billions of lives would change before he would begin talking about it with a notion that it was different than any other except it was an accident. Accidents can happen to anybody who happens to be [...] [...]
This is not the most horrible sixty-three minutes and thirty-six seconds of music I’ve endured, I’ll give it that. Never mind who or what is or were the soulless, union-paid minions whose 401K-inspired realization of this… I don’t know, thing, I suppose, that approaches aural manifestations of caramelized, vitamin-impregnated, gum-slicing-even-while-milk-soaked breakfast cereal equivalent of who-knows-what [...] [...]
This is the part of the video that made the least sense to him because he didn’t remember being at the concert, let alone performing. He took that as a good sign, the absence of location, of the where and the when of the world he helped create in that moment. Depending on the complexity, [...] [...]