Dream

I walked up to the auditorium wearing my leather cowboy hat. It was a Tool show. As I approach the doors Maynard James Keenan booms out across the loudspeakers like the voice of God. "Jake. You've seemed depressed lately. I don't think we can have you working on the show."

"I'm not depressed. I'm angry. And I like angry."

"No, you're in a dark space. We don't want that kind of energy in the booth. Sorry. You can still see the show."

I felt honored that he acknowledged me over the PA for all to hear but wandered away as Pushit played. I tipped my hat back. If I hadn't been depressed before, having Maynard tell me I was too depressed to work the effects booth certainly made me depressed.