It’s rare that some­thing will make me feel for­lorn nowa­days, but every so often, some­thing will set me off. I love to stew in those emo­tions, to appre­ci­ate them when I do feel them. Some songs sound totally dif­fer­ent, like Battlecry by Grace Like Winter, but there’s noth­ing like hear­ing the open­ing bars of Oddity by Coal Chamber. A song that makes the skin feel like it’s peel­ing off, that must be loud enough to burn the tym­panic mem­brane. It’s like the body melts, and every­thing fuses together.

Eventually, every­thing goes away.