I always get +ve emotions in rhapsody when I realise what I've lost and envy what people have, effortlessly. A life by myself, listening to music alone, reaching a pinnacle era of sharing: holidays; sailing, snowboarding, chemicals, in vehicles packed with people to the same destination. Useful to see the stark fact that, as key friends I followed to gather their vinyl collections to play to crowds - an audio trampoline that hits you right in the tummy. I never had quite the verve or confidence to put on a set, after practising alone. mixing hard music feels like an extension of the mental nerves from fingertips to heart muscles, or using a JCB to bang the bucket on the ground and making people bounce :kickingmyself:
Condemned, awaiting salvation, wanting to crack the shell to pop out and make friends