"It was always there: an uneasy, curious hunger. Eventually, I began to listen to it. First, it spoke with something like words; then, with a thing like music. It was spitting back the disorientating fumes of our modern world, and I simply had a microphone to give it form. It turns out, the aching for something true makes such beautiful racket." - Jason Lawent.
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