#the clientele

A multitude of reasons! Many of them were... health related as well as personal preference.

If you wish for THE FULL STORY, I'll give it to you: I was once like the average nest dweller 'til I became a fixer, you see. Average for the most part aside from a few health issues. I could well-off afford prosthetics for quite a while even during the time of the Smoke War. It built up one by one til more than half of my body was cold metal, so I finally took the decision to get some replacements and go fullbody. Sure, my nest is expensive as-is, though I couldn't care less about that! I've become half combat augments anyways, especially with my stunning square and my beam!

NOT IF I GET YOU FIRST

What has age – actually, let’s call it greater maturity – done to the Clientele? This was already a mature-beyond-its-years sort of band, wistfully nostalgic for the 1960s and sensibly untempted by contemporary trends. Audially I Am Not There Anymore sounds both more wisened and not. It is youthful in its experiments: perhaps the Clientele have never sounded as diverse as they do here, swoons of orientalism and throbs of downtempo. And yet the band is undeniably aged by one thing: an increased fondness for classical music. Clearly they have gotten into Classic FM, as I’m sure we all do eventually. 

If that happens, it's more likely that my wires will do the opposite to you!

( whisper whisper...) OH....