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Daredevils have a place…SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 18th, 2005 at 03:28 AMLast night, Jamie mentioned something about the dissolution of the Treatment. She said that she missed our shows and that she still listened to our stuff and that doing so made her feel good. I miss the Treatment too, in a helpless, but realistically forward-moving kind of way. Bombast has a place if it is incomparable, irrepressible, and sincere. Sincerity as a formidable force in art can make a thing sans novelty, sans selfishness…honest. The sincere work is an unmistakably obvious primordial force and the only desirable kind of art I care to embrace these days. What a risk in subjectivity! Not sure if our art was a mere allegory for sincerity, it may have been more than that. It was a synthesis of our honest angst; shared by many I am sure. A statement was the non-negotiable performance of a wild reaction to real time, such that we all held. Madness on the brink, loneliness, and surprise at what we had found stewing in the subterranean recesses of our conscious and concealed minds. Surprise that sweaty, smoky and disoriented practice could birth what was never intended, but what was truly there. We spoke and we spoke ferocious, but hopeful. I’ll play this for my kids and know unequivocally that I left them something straight from my guts. Thanks for all who showed HONEST support. I know who you were; there was gravity in your eyes to rival the gravity of our rush to you. I wanted every song to proclaim that we were just desperate to say this to you. I leave Thursday. I’ll say more soon.
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