My mother always told me, even if a song has been done a thousand times, you can still bring something of your own to it. I'd like to think I did that.
“It is a wretched taste to be gratified with mediocrity when the excellent lies before us.”
“A graphic representation of data abstracted from the banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding.”