Comfort Kills

“You should never be comfortable, man. Being comfortable fouled up a lot of musicians” – Miles Davis

Comfort is where dreams go to die, where hope and passion slowly atrophy into a shell of their former power and glory.  On the edge, barely in control is where the greatest performances (musical or athletic) occur, a balance between discipline and freedom that is the soul of creation and growth.

Comfort kills.  It slowly dulls the senses and makes the legend fade because the desire that burned so bright before has turned into an ember, no longer brilliant and dancing as the earlier flame had done.

When it is comfortable it is too easy, and easy is rarely memorable.