Sometimes when guitarists listen to really great guitar licks from other people they make faces of disgust or anger to show respect and that they’re impressed. Like someone listening to a Stevie Ray Vaugh live performance might look like they’re smelling garbage. Athletes do the same thing. Like someone might watch a Michael Jordan highlight reel and after a crazy dunk screw up their face and go “no fucking way!”

Realizing this made me less self-conscious about how I respond to my art—which is intimate and thought-provoking storytelling. I always got embarrassed that really great writing or storytelling made me kind of like, well up in anger a little? But then I saw that it’s just because the emotions are so intense, I am seeing the mastery right there—and that it’s not anger so much as like, “a fire in my belly.” And that it only looks like anger or disgust from the outside.

Anyway, that whole preface was just so that it would make sense when I said that this is a subtle and beautiful little homage to the kind of love where someone sees you. I was grimacing in disgust the whole time—just straight angry. I loved it. It was incredible.