Echo hot mic? Or you want to say something? No, this turned it on for me. Since it's on, I'll go ahead and say yeah, man. Four claps.
New record. Love the song. Love your contributions to this space, Steve Z. It's always a pleasure, brother.
Always a pleasure to have you here. Always a pleasure to be here. Y'all are all about fun and good sounds.
Great sounds, really. Mayla, you want to say something? Yeah, that's one of my favorite songs from Radiohead. You played it very well.
Thank you. I enjoyed it. Steve Z. Cornell.
The one and only. I don't dare to play Outer Space. I have an outer space restriction.
10 feet away. No, 2 feet away. If he's 2 feet away from me, I cannot play Outer Space.
And he's right beside me. Oh, that's silly, man. You might get me to a song I might like.
Play what you want. No, I'm just kidding. I'm just trying to emphasize how Cornell you are.
You're amazing. I just said, but plug is next. Brother, are you ready? I mean, as ready as I'm going to be.
It's another new piece. I always struggle with them a little bit. This one, for the record, Juan, is called Rings.
Quote, unquote, Rings. I didn't always know stillness could be a strength. Once I thought growing meant reaching.
Higher. Wider. Faster than the forest beside me.
Stretching reckless limbs towards the sun like ambition without wisdom. Like hunger without patience. Like a child trying to outrun time itself.
For a while, it worked. Leaves bloomed. Birds nested.
Shadows danced at my feet. But then came the seasons to ask permission. Storms that bent my spine.
Winds that tested my balance. Drought that whispered. And I learned something then.
