speech oil (03/31/2015)
There are people that have pooled into my life, collected in the soft spots of my heart like burrs of a machine worked too long; there are so many people to hold up, to entertain, to be someone for. There are so many people that only understand how to take and get scared off at the idea of giving. Maybe their hands have been bitten one too many times. Maybe they're selfish, and just don't know it yet.
The destiny of an audience is an exchange: an experience between an artist and an audience as individuals in each others' company, then as larger entities, then again together as parts of the even greater human experience. An audience does not seek mere entertainment at all times in the same way the amputee cannot dull phantom pain of his missing parts with morphine.
I wish I'd learned to play the piano from you.