Making music is like that for us. Mason, Shawn, and me. It’s what ties us together. This affliction. When everything gets to be too much—when that insatiable beast inside each one of us demands to be fed—we have no choice but to drop everything and listen to it. Cater to its demands until we’ve successfully sweated it out. Purged what ails us in messy scrawls and broken melodies, until we’re left bleary-eyed and chest-ravaged.
