“I stood up on the roof with that Otis Redding record in my hand. I took the record out of the album cover, held it like a Frisbee, and I threw it as hard as I could. Everything was breaking, and I wanted it to break too. I couldn't tell you why. It bounced on the street a couple of times, but it didn't break. Then I knew I was wrong. Nothing breaks. Nothing ever breaks.”