Ah musicians!
What would this world be without them?
Who would make people dance and expand?
Who else could offer the profoundness that you experience while you listen to music you love?
Tell me honestly, are you ever as blissful in your regular life as you would dancing like crazy at a concert?
Probably not.
And so there I was in my room, relaxing, when the sudden sounds of live music beckoned me to it. Mesmerized by its rhythms, I became a puppet. A tender hand pulled my strings towards the band.
The guitar player is very good.
He plays bass and guitar at the same time, on the same instrument.
I do the same but man does that guy rips it like no other!
It took me a solid five minutes to figure out there was no ‘’real’’ bass player in the house.
A True Master.
What a joy to be barefoot at night, nursed by live music on the open terrace of a local bar.
Is there anything more to life?
At this particular moment, no, there isn’t.
You’ll have to excuse me,
I have to exchange the pen and paper for the feet and the dance floor.
So long, friends!