— So only some of us can hear it?
— Only some of us are listening.
...that a rocker is worth more dead than alive. Silly world, isn't it?
You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up yours again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble. This isn't about quality. It's about volume. This isn't about music. This is about winning. You stomp the competition with the bass line. You rattle windows. You drop the melody line and shout the lyrics. You put in foul language and come down hard on each cussword. You dominate. This is really about power.
You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn up
yours again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a
lot of treble.
This isn't about quality. It's about volume.
This isn't about music. This is about winning.
Nothing makes me happy anymore. I feel bad about that because I realize that I am a very fortunate person. And I am not just talking about the success of the band. I think anyone who can walk, talk and see has nothing to complain about. It’s ironic and sad. There have been a lot of changes in our lives. There has been a lot of death and turmoil, but rather than go out on the street and punch somebody out because I’m mad at the world, I decided to write a bunch of lousy songs.