I wouldn't necessarily say that Jordyn hated our fans but I don't recall him having more than a handful of positive interactions with them. Jordyn could melt down a city with his playing and there were some nights or afternoons in rehearsal where he would do things inside our songs that could peel the paint off your reality sandwich. He'd get lost inside the music and his instrument would start to emanate sounds that seemed to come from nowhere. Wild inspired rhythms that dug the song deeper into a groove and let it thrash around the room. And you learned pretty quickly not to talk to Jordyn about what happened to him or the song in those moments because in the immediate aftermath of the performance he'd become a bundle of exposed tissue and any approach or touch or inquiry would send him reeling back or even to lash out like a wounded animal. We learned to protect Jordyn after performances like that. To make a human triangle around him and get him from the stage to the door with a minimal amount of damage.