This is a long line of thinking that came swooping down on me in the gap between my fourth and fifth cup of strawberry tea, in the shadow of our recent announcement concerning our upcoming tour as support act for Six Feet Under.
Hope to see some of you guys there!
However, what I thought of was quitting. When do you quit? How, why and other standard questions? Somehow, I'm not afraid of quitting. I'd rather that Deathember ripped the moth off (as we say in Sweden ...?) in maybe 5-7 years time, rounding off a short but insane time of fun, groovy insanity with a breathtaking crescendo, whether it be a band members death, blowing up a drumkit at Rock Am Ring or gangbanging an american journalist.
(There's also the fact that you, if being fairly good enough, are in position of acquiring much more of a status when and if you call it off fairly early. SikTh, I'm not looking at you (In fact I'm looking at Attack! Attack! (... em, no, I'm not (Really))))