The true face of smoking is disease, death and horror – not the glamour and sophistication the pushers in the tobacco industry try to portray.
Sometimes it’s a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
Does asking oneself these questions in an attempt to see how the machine works spoil the enjoyment? It hasn’t for me. Music isn’t fragile. Knowing how the body works doesn’t take away from the pleasure of living.