From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles. Safe and dry in my sea of troubles.
Nine to five with suitable ties. Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero.
Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real.

One thing that really appeals to me is this idea of music being a living thing that has an evolution that, in a way, enables the artist to sell a process rather than a piece of product.