A band photograph stands beside Winston’s hospital book. The singer occupies most of the picture; Winston’s bass appears as a narrow strip at the edge. He remembers a rehearsal where everybody played louder to hear themselves. The drummer finally stopped. In the sudden gap, Winston played four quiet notes. One by one the others returned, listening this time. It was the best they sounded all evening. He says the photograph is accurate enough: you do not always need the middle of the picture to hold a place in the music.