I once wrote (I miss this feeling): I’m in love. I’m tired of thinking love has to be something that constrains you and makes you obligated. Instead, I’m in love with the music. The sound of a banjo in a dive bar back room, a kid with an amazing set of pipes just wailing on his acoustic as if there’s no one in the room, the rockstar life style of up all night every night random drives through the city lights… I’m in love. It’s addictive. It’s scary. Nothing feels like this. No high, no drink, no kiss… I love the people who have become part of my life because of it, I want nothing but this.