What’s weird to me about LA is that you can be at these famous clubs like the Whisky hanging out backstage and you feel like you’re totally the shit, you’ve “made it,” because you’re there, sitting on that bench in the eerie curtained dressing room. And then you realize some other band was there last night. Some band you’ve never heard of and will never hear of again was there with their families and girlfriends doing the exact same thing. That’s the way it is. You haven’t made it. It’s no different than it was backstage at the Abbey Pub. Nobody gives a shit. Your band isn’t special. Your friends and family aren’t special by association. There’s no magic here anymore. Get over it. Just go home.