just like when i'm out in the fields at the crack of dawn, i reckon we oughta wave aside any preestablished opinions about music and start from the outset, really listening to the rhythms as if discovering them for the first time. now, i've got a confession, something almost confidential you might say, about how music's like my secret fertilizer – it gives life to my crops, making them sway as if caught in a gentle wave, reminding me that every ear of corn has its own melody if you're just willing to listen.