Dreams can change histories and songs can alter destinies.

He was waiting for something from me. Acknowledgement. Validation. Commiseration, perhaps. I couldn’t even look at him because I was afraid of feeling any more than I already did.

Has the industry done to music what McDonald’s has done to eating?

This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

Lying next to Eliza, I had the feeling I had I'd just found something I didn't even know I'd lost.

No one commits suicide because they want to die.

The music defied classification. If I had been writing a review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive, guitar-driven rock ’n’ roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars didn’t always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds. The music dug in so deep you didn’t hear it so much as feel it, reminding me of a dream I used to have when I was a kid, where I would be standing on a street corner, I would jump into the air, flap my arms, and soar up into the sky. That’s the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight.