I went West and took part in the strike of the machinists - the Southern Pacific Railroad, the corporation that swung California by its golden tail, that controlled its legislature, its farmers, its preachers, its workers.
So okay, I accepted, and I realized while working for that concert that I'd been missing something very important and vital to me, and that something was music.
I miss animation very passionately. Not continuously, but every once in a while I would die to do another film.

