the most absurd thing, really, making sounds for your own enjoyment, with others around, moving connected to those sounds. i don?t really get it. but it?s love and what are you going to do about it? the fact that it?s music changes nothing, i?ll be long dead before they stop me.
i don?t care if I can sing, i sang anyway, and this was the place to do it. whiskey, wine, ale and stout all flow freely. my flexibility was in fine form, if not my practice or skill. the sweet sweat is quenched by beer, mistakes or creativity, whatever and ever. (amen)
there is a song i am falling in love with, called hallelujah. rufus sings it, i don?t know wrote it. the words are beautiful, the chords are divine.
music is love.