Maybe it's because of the rain. Maybe it's because of the Mets. There's no reason for me to be thinking of this now, but I am. And so:

I thought we were a good band. I thought we made good music — music that was beautiful and strong, music that was intelligent and true. I thought our music was special. I thought it was important. And maybe it was. To us, it was, indeed.

Maybe I was too close.

I never really wanted anything, but to be taken seriously. To be discussed.