What is anything? What is everything? Who are you? Who am I? Why do these questions even matter? Long lost adventures and present excursions explain practically nothing. Do I use 2 spaces after a period? Probably not, but it would be totally acceptable. The gathering of similar personalities will happen tomorrow. Who likes Wu-Tang Clan? What will you do tomorrow? So many questions, so little brain matter. Things happen to test your resilience. Why is resilience constantly being tested. Minimal techno provides the same results as hip hop, jazz, samba, alternative rock jam bands, and funk. Why do they need to be stereotyped as a certain genre and crowd description? Who cares about the depletion of over 400 different species of fish? I can answer all of these questions through music. Does it matter that I can do this? Who cares? Enough with the questions. Two thousand-eleven, what have you got that hasn’t been? Uh-oh, another question. OK, enough; I’m going to satisfy my curiosity through music. That’s right, audible frequencies can do stuff to the brain. I’m going to do just that. Questions?