‘“While I’m thinking: here I lie in a haystack… The infinitesimal place I take up is so tiny compared to the rest of space where I’m not, and which has nothing to do with me; and the portion of time given me to live is so negligible next to the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t—while in this atom, this decimal point, the blood courses, the brain works, and wants something also… What an outrage! What nonsense!”’ 

—Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons


People who think bassists and drummers are not important cannot be trusted

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