It's terrifying to look back on my old posts. It's like they were written by someone else than the Noah I know now. It's a glimpse into that brain, that mind, where I was at at those times. It's fun to see how far I've come, and know that in five more years this post too will look silly.
No longer am I a cop-out on the music question. You know, when they ask, "what music do you like?", you say, "oh i'm eclectic". Well folks..that still applies, but above all:
What was a thinking. How do these ideas get into my head. I'm done. That's it. No, I think I'll just fly solo. Safer that way. No one gets hurt, because there's no one to hurt.