[Apocalipstic]

Originally Posted by SoNotHer

Brilliantly said. Yes, I get tired or reincarnations of belly lint analysis. Show me something recklessly brave, different, and reaching and yet conscious of the web within which it weaves, and I'm in. Treat this like a personal therapy session with line breaks, and I'm outta here.

I compare jazz to so many things because it's such a beautiful, clear example. You imitate the greats. You memorize the chord changes, the riffs, the tempos. And you do this and do this. And then you do your thing. When did we ever stop believing we needed a deeper connection bigger than us and greater than us? If you act like you live in a vacuum or a void and that poetry, art and music didn't exist until you came along, why would I read, see or listen to your work?

The arrogance of youth!