And I Said To Myself "What's Going On?"

From the golden age of synthesized drums and horns.


"I'm going west."

Of course. West was the way everyone went.

"You could come with."

I could have. But everyone was going that way. Why not North?

"Too cold. West."

Too soon. Someday it will be West. But for now it's North.

"That's gonna change everything."

And it did.