Because everybody makes mistakes, but if you’re lucky, yours are not fatal. Karl found me after hearing my band OXBOW in the early ’90s. “I hated your first record,” he said. He took it back to the store, but the record’s compacted existential horror drew him back. He bought the album again, recorded it, scratched it and took it back for a full refund. He told me this later, earnestly, honestly and with a trace of a smile.