Yeah, I know lots of whats. In my room I’m surrounded by whats, things. Until I’m so deprived I start making people out of my whats. I take up the piano and get so intense that I make the what come to life and to sing like a person. Is this the story of all instrumentalists? Spoiled. Whats can’t give you a fight, but they can wear out. Is your car so responsive to you that you feel it’s alive?