Of course, I also did kid stuff like everyone else. I liked to play sometimes. I wasn’t a total weirdo. I might make a ramp out of plywood and rocks and try some Evel Knievel shit on my bike or find a kid to toss a baseball with. But mostly I walked around in the mud alone, imagining music: naïve, unfettered, unrestrained, and unedited music. When you’re making music in your mind, it’s okay if it’s technically unplayable. It’s even okay to hear instruments that don’t exist. There’s a time and a place for the tools, and the first tool is imagination.
