I rushed my set again last night.  I keep doing this.  It used to be about not having the set get cut, fitting as many songs as possible, filling up the “alotted time.”  I practically made my songs go from languid love ballad to Ramones short and punk.
I still had that mentality at the benefit [...]

Continued fixation on the state of some of my single friends trying to find someone.  I read this piece on the Paradox of Choice as relates to the music industry, and it could easily be applied to the dating scene in New York.