“I thought about the rage inside me and in the world that had brought me to France, and then to its killing fields in the Great War. War had not killed the Beast of Rage anywhere, though. Rage was flaming up again everywhere, not dying down. Maybe, with my music, I could calm that rage. But I doubted that anything would ever slake it, not even another war or the war after that.”

                                  —Urby Brown, from Rage in Paris