You know how sometimes in life things don't go quite how you want them to? It's funny how getting ninety percent of want you want can be more depressing than getting nothing. I suppose it's the complacency of being so far from utter discontent that makes the final ten percent to perfection that much more bitter. But don't let the ease of the remaining work turn you indolent! With perfection in sight, it should be an easy matter to rally for the final assualt. Let imperfection serve only to inspire us, and let our efforts be to supplement the good fortune at hand rather than to detract from it through criticism.

(P.S. I'm talking about live music here.)