the stage, the stage, I should be playing,” he says. I thought you hated music, says the Muftak. “I hate being a musician,” continues Lirin Car’n in a moment of clarity. Is there a difference? The Bith leans around to look at the band on what passes for a stage in this dump, playing their jaunty, syncopated, trademark tune. “One fills your heart. The other breaks it,” Lirin Car’n says. That’s insane, says the Muftak. How could anything so beautiful be a burden? You have a gift. A true gift.
