When I was fourteen I got my first electric bass for Christmas, and when I was fifteen I bought my first guitar. And we would play for hours in the underground to those few chords we knew. We would play until we felt alright. We’d pour our heart out when no one was listening, and we’d pour our heart out when people started to. And in the end it was something that we needed, but never quite knew how to say, but we felt it in our bones from the first chord to the last breakdown. And we played as fast as we could at first. Yeah, we lived as fast as we could at first. What went wrong?