The cycle of tradesmen. Tools go in the toolbox, toolbox goes in the cabinet, and then the cabinet goes in the workshop. It's just a line of progressively bigger boxes to store your shit.
I'm here for one reason and one reason alone. I'm here to guess what the music might do a week, a month, a year from now. That's it. Nothing more. And I'm standing here tonight, I'm afraid that I don't hear a thing. Just... silence.