When You Stop Repeating Yourself, You Find Out Who Was Really ThereSome people do not love you.They love the echo of you.They love the version that agrees quickly, adapts effortlessly, and never asks them to grow. They love the you who repeats what is already safe, familiar, and convenient. The moment you stop repeating yourself—stop translating

They Weren’t There. But They Want It All.By John Stone The song is called “They Weren’t There (But They Want It All).” Roy Dawson sings it. His band plays it like they’ve lived it. Maybe they have.It starts with a slide guitar. Slow. Mean. The kind of sound that doesn’t ask for your attention — it takes it. Then comes the voice. Tired