Love hurts. Loss hurts. Failure hurts. Success hurts. Responsibility hurts.” “… Music doesn’t hurt.” “Doesn’t it? When you take it seriously?” Barrow thought about it. Effort, yes; heartbreak, sometimes; frustration, often; the dive back to the ground again, inevitably, after any spell in which you managed to fly. And the woe the blues was made on. But then that was changed by being uttered.
