“I’m not starting a band.”
He looked around, defeated, trying to ground himself.
“Not to be an asshole, but do you think me and Kendra won’t just keep the band going without you? Or some version?”
I nodded, staring off onto the street, the foot traffic and fast cars. The exhaust fan of the HVAC unit above kept phasing in and out, in and out like a lung. The dreamy kid part of me latched onto it, tuned in, attentive to its delicate play of accidental harmony and dissonance. Tune in. There’s so much information in that hum.
I raised my hands. “Look, I … would never ask you guys to, like, suffer.”
Waz sputtered. This was going great.
I continued in vain: “If you want to put out your own stuff and release it under the band’s name, I get it. I get that we didn’t really set any rules ab
