It's all about Perfection or the tolerance of Imperfection

It may be that you are settled in another place it may be that you are happy but the one who took your heart wields final power.

But that drummer – the one who could make his drum sound like water dropping into a bucket or like the footfalls of a giant or like rain scattering on a roof – he was the one to watch. He was the one who could make you forget yourself.

Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment.

Obsession fulfills passion's choice of destiny.

The passion for techno is older than techno itself. The passion for drums is older than their invention. And a time will come when the reason for both surpasses them.