The thing with emotions is: I don’t always get them. Sometimes if I listen to music, things start making sense. Which brings me to a personal note: in my home all artistic things were never valued. We never really had discussions or talks or any kind of interaction about paintings, movies, plays or books (especially books), but Judy seemed to resort to music whenever she needed to figure out her feelings too. I’m sure many people associate art with lazy people who don’t want a serious job like Russell does, so I always knew I wasn’t alone in this experience, but it does create a very lonely environment for kids. I relied on my sister, but her interest didn’t last for long and from then on, it was me experiencing things alone, not really having anyone else to talk about them. This relationship makes me get in touch with my feelings in a way that only music can and you’re an asshole, but you’re an asshole that listens everything that I have to say. Giving this a chance was the smartest thing I’ve done in years.