I'm, sadly, reminded in a negative way of my younger days/nights playing guitar in bands. I used to like to scan the crowd and check out how everyone was reacting - or not - to us. People usually fell into one of 3 categories, IMO. Most of the audience would be having a blast dancing, talking and laughing together with their friends. Then there were the quiet, maybe shy ones, who just sat and nursed their drinks and listened and checked out the girls and wished they could get up the nerve - and eventually they did. And then there was always one or two people who would sit way in the back at the bar neither laughing nor really listening either, for that matter. They would just sit there getting plastered and glare in self-righteous resentment at all the "stupid" people laughing and having a good time in the self-assured certainty that they were of superior intellect and were above any of this ridiculous behavior. Didn't all these dweebs know just how stupid they looked and, oh by the way, "thats not EXACTLY how the dumb song goes, anyhow, ya long-haired bunch of morons"? They never danced because that made them "look like fools".... They never laughed.... except maybe if someone slipped while dancing and busted their head wide open on the side of the stage riser and was carried out on a gurney. "Moron, that'll teach him"! They never FELT the songs being played because they were too focused on the guitarist's ever so slightly out of tune B string and their obviously superior ear for having noticed it....sheesh, didn't any of the geeks in this bar hear it, too??? They existed....but they never LIVED They flew on occasion....but they never SOARED They heard.....but they never LISTENED They noticed.....but they never SAW They were smart as the dickens.....surely everyone could see that,couldn't they????.... and if they didn't, well by golly they'd show 'em! Been there?.....Done that?.....Yeah, me too - but I was a hell of a lot OLDER back then! Cynicism IS a crime - a crime of conceit that one perpetrates upon ones own soul. A crime that saps one's zest for life and ability to still get the shivers when the first notes of "She Loves You" come blasting out of the radio and to remember the first time they kissed their future wife and how nervous they were. A crime that makes one old, far beyond their years and colors their world in shades of gray where NOTHING is good and everyone surely has a trick up their sleeve. What's it matter whether or not the emperor is dressed? - we're ALL naked, so why not just lighten up, get up and dance and - per Kid Rock - "get in the mix and try to love someone"?