The music defied classification. If I had been writing a review of the show, I would have labeled it progressive, guitar-driven rock โnโ roll. But the guitars made sounds guitars didnโt always make. Symphonic sounds. Sacred sounds. The music dug in so deep you didnโt 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. Thatโs the only way I could describe the music. It was the sonic equivalent of flight.
Tiffanie DeBartoloThere are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can't. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. It's our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. These things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselves when these things are worth fighting for, and when it's time to throw in the towel.
Tiffanie DeBartoloThe question is one of faith. Faith in my talent. Faith in my decisions. And faith in the idea that the truth, even if it canโt pay my bills, can still set me free.
Tiffanie DeBartoloI'm tempted to tell you that you think too much, but I'm not really one to talk,' Jacob said. 'Henry Miller wrote something about fear making you fearless. It's a very powerful emotion. Use it to get what you want. I mean if it's going to rule our life, it might as well rule you to freedom, right?
Tiffanie DeBartolo