I insisted that no one was allowed to apologise at The Sams' band practices.
Sorry, sorry, sorrys impede exploration where I wanted to fly free.
They waste time, and they are contagious, I said.
I needed to be comfortable.
Sam tried to bring me around to his style of practice, where you bark curses at each other, but I would always storm off in a huff.
After that he used the word 'comfortable' repeatedly, as in "Are you comfortable KD? We want you to be comfortable. "
After I had a hissy fit, 'comfortable' was always referred to by The Sams as the 'C-Word.'
