Pure white noise surrounds me
Amps buzzing
Guitars tuning
Sound tests
The overbearing dun of a restless mob
Feet stomping
Someone tries to start a slow clap
I try to tune it all out
There's still that noise...

Imagine you're alone in your home at night
It's a sticky hot summer
All technnology is shut down
No computer
No air conditioning
No fans
No ticking clocks
No refrigerator
You take your shirt off to cool down
Hear the rustling of it past your ears
You throw it onto a chair and listen
Listen for that silence
That comes with the absolute absence of noise
But all you hear is a steady ring
It turns into that overbearing mob
As you strain to hear nothing

Pure white noise is all I hear
I click my sticks together
The first chords play
The white noise is gone
There's just the music
Flowing around me
Through me
Rescuing me from the mob