Love the music. It’s about the music. Always has been. Nothing else.

Brian is a great man. We all know he’s brilliant. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t adhere. He takes time. He pauses. He searches life. He grows. He’s flawed. He’s human. His music bleeds it. It’s difficult to understand why as few get it as they do; I blame Darwin.

Brian innately tapped into something musically early on. He challenged us. His perfection was (and is) at the forefront, but he expanded himself beyond what most of us do. He did what he wanted. He tested. He flanged. He said he was an antenna, but the fact is he just did what he wanted. Perfection was secondary… perfection was driven by internal blacks.

There’s a method to this madness, though. There’s a reason. It’s obvious it drives him. And without any of us, he’d still be doing it. And he still will. So you might as well listen.

Mozart, Elvis, inventor of trance you can kiss my ass. Love the music. It’s about the music. Always has been. Nothing else.