so I sat there, quietly.
She walked into the room and noticed me. With deep interest and a bit of urgency, she asked: "What are you thinking about?"
I've learned that "nothing," as an answer, isn't good enough. So I searched for the truth. What was I thinking about? What was the truth?
I was thinking about the bass, how thick and round it sounded. I was thinking about the guitar riff, wondering why they'd placed it there, instead of there. I was thinking of the effect used on the vocals, imagining that they'd applied it in order to conceal…