My Son, Charging At The Musical Machine Guns

What’s bravery? Interesting concept.

It’s a kind of nerve, I guess. In a way it’s a form of egoism; in a way it’s abject modesty or selflessness. You offer your puny effort to the void, and the mob.

When I was a performer I called it facing the other way. If you’ve ever seen the discombobulation that grips the average person when you bring an audience member or an amateur up on stage in front of a substantial audience of strangers, you’ll grasp the chasm between facing one way or the other.

I’m proud of The Heir. He is brave. He’s writing music. He’s facing all the way the other way already.