Permit me to take this route; actually, fuck it; you don't get a choice. You've come here to read what I have to say, and therefore whatever I write is what you will read. That's just how it works. Anyway, this one's probably going to come across as tangential and irrelevant to you, but to me, it matters a great deal, both in terms of superficiality and symbolism.

I don't want technique. Technique stifles the emotion. Breathing in, breathing out, regulating and exercising; fuck that. I want exorcising. I want doubled up on the floor, screaming into a microphone as if you could banish all the bad out and down that cable, through that amp. I want looking into the masses and seeing nothing because all there is, is you and how you feel. I want a disregard for your own external wellbeing because it's more important to you that your insides get cleansed on that stage.

Take all the things you can never touch, turn them into screams. Turn them into soundwaves and let them crash upon both your ears and mine. Let us both know we're alive, we're hurt, but there is a way up, and a way out.