Although there was a point with the Tijuana Brass where we were playing for such huge crowds that I kind of lost contact. At one point, the only connection I had with the audience was with people out there lighting cigarettes.
I don't remember lighting this cigarette and I don't remember if I'm here alone or waiting for someone.
I never smoked a cigarette until I was nine.
H. L. Mencken
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.