Music is an abstract force that flows through the heart of the World, for most people, an essential ingredient creating a soundtrack to their lives, but even more than that, bringing peace, meaning, harmony, to a sometimes-fractious existence. Yet music also causes great conflict, each person carries a belief that 'their' music is the standard by which everything should be judged, no-one else's music has that strength, that vitality, that meaning — wrong, of course, but therein lies the paradox. So, given the truly random nature of fame, what becomes of those who pursue it to no avail? Having mortgaged their future in pursuit of such idle dreams, what happens with a leftover life to kill?
