Music has a beginning, a middle, and an end. It’s born of something less concrete than atoms and molecules yet lives a life that mirrors our own. There is struggle, conflict, creation, and destruction, all happening in a way that we can’t reach out and touch with our hands. Sometimes there are neatly packaged episodes, wrapped up, tied off with a bow and delivered directly to your front door. Other times, there are scrambled messes that leave us wondering what just happened and not knowing whether we should carry on or abandon the story.