Backstage listening to the tape of me playing bass with Rush. The guitar sounds like a failing guitar hero. I’m playing really simple lines. Alex says, “it’s just not the same.”
At 1023, there are planes flying low down first street, and all over the place. It’s chaotic, and then some machine slices the house in half. We run outside, and the guy says it’s too bad and there’s no help from anyone to repair it.