I had a guitar leaning against the wall and I'd squint at it. It was almost like a dog that had been kicked - I didn't think I had anything to offer it.
FeistWith music, I wasn't curious anymore. There was no dialogue. By the time I stopped, I knew it wasn't going to be gone forever, but it just wasn't the right time for me to care about that.
FeistBe alone even when there's a million people around, because tomorrow it will be a different million people.
FeistI don't think that village idea of actually knowing what you're contributing to the whole exists anymore.
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