Making Music

I've often heard musicians describe the trauma of recording and releasing an album. Thom Yorke, I think, once likened the experience to raising a child, and then abruptly ejecting them from the family home to brave the obstacles of the wider world. This sounds familiar to me
Our ambition to be the best at what we do should never be diminished. When the facade and gloss of studio production and gimmicks wither away, all that is left is the raw talent: the embryonic purity of the soul.
I'm coming to the end of a year that has been full for us guys, and also it really is a mad time to be alive in general I think. Do you ever wake up and think, we live in time of such change and progress and yet seem to be standing on the edge of the abyss?