It feels like not many understand my itch to go through the day on caffeine and music. Even dancing has become more appealing as I learn to appreciate the beauty of a beat that some buff black man created using some template, laid on synthetic beats. Maybe the reason we dish out so much money for a complicated technical masters degree in an expensive country is not to actually graduate but to explore and push the boundaries of what you can enjoy and of what you can discard. Sorta like those platform heels (from kitsch hell) that you promised your mom you would always wear in an attempt to justify the ridiculous price tag!
I discovered that large concert venues can only be open air fields where one can light one up or lie down, rolling dewy blades of grass between your toes; not seated theatres. A small venue is no longer a 300 people amphitheatre but the Manchester Apollo, accommodating 3000 people!
On that note, I wrapping this up a few paragraphs too soon. To watch a video that marks the end of one journey for my friends (the band) and with this http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HTcjnatrEAs&feature=player_embedded hopefully doors will open to a new more exciting creative period in their lives. And hopefully, my screechy voice will haunt them if they even consider selling their souls to the God of creative death (aka media pimps)...
