I’m a musician. I read it, I write it, and I create it. Music has its place. But sometimes you have to curb the racket upstairs and let some spirit in.
The spirit, that higher form of intelligence that solves our problems, gives us great ideas, brings us peace, and maybe even one of those epiphany things.
They usually come wrapped in the form of good old fashion silence.
You’re going to have to deal with yourself at some point, so how about during a strenuous bout of exercise, when your endorphin damn is most likely to break, or a long refreshing run, or a wondrous walk with a loved one.
Join the world before you miss it. Combined with your iPhone, not only are you blind, you’re deaf too.
C’mon, Captain, why not give up control of the cockpit to your higher form of intelligence? The world awaits.
As your landlady might say, “Turn that racket off up there.”
Can the cans, man.