The idea of being in a band is to be part of a gang.

I believe in such cartography – to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!