The audience absolutely loved the band and seemed unphased by the fact that nothing familiar was being played. All of the musicians were very excited after the show, so we stayed up and talked, but no one could really remember what we played. We could remember bits and pieces, but practically everything was lost. The music we played was like some kind of sacrifice. I think that some performances are meant to be lost.
Some art is just for the moment.
You give it up to have it come back to you. Finding yourself in your art is about following inspiration, discovering ideas, and developing thoughts. Sometimes we lose everything when all we needed was a few words on paper or a simple recording to remind us of where we have been. Inspiration comes and goes like a breeze. Sometimes a thought is lost and then found again like a dream revisited.