Speaking of which, a great performance by half-a-band that just had its equipment van ripped off, opening for Badfinger. Tossed amid all the spiky proto-punk, the etherial musings of Candy Says, Motel Blues, Thirteen. Throw in the Kinks' End of the Night to an audience of dozens. Lost three guitars last night. We do as we please, yeah!
Then, like a sign from the heavens, an epigram that was somehow inserted into an SEO piece on Sibicrom, Inc., I am regurgitating. "I am going to say this.. motivations are embedded in the narrative. Separating them out and defining them seems counterproductive to me. Preserve the mystery, let your characters run free."