I cannot even begin on describing how important music is to me. It’s what I eat, drink, consume and breathe every moment of the day. When possible. At work, at home, in the car, I want music to be around. Good music. It’s one of the two things that are more important to me than oxygen, the other one being friends and inspiring people.
Weekends are there to recharge your batteries. Wise people say. Alas, I’m not one of them. Regularly (un)scheduled maintenances of my mental wellbeing tend to interfere with the need to rest. Like the impromptu house party, following the Banks concert (a review of which will be posted soon), that launched the weekend in full gear. Good people and good music proved to be the key elements to some fine moments.
The unfortunate result being though that I found myself not in the best of shapes on Saturday night. That kinda posed a problem since that night had been marked as a big one, agreed upon and planned for with my closest friends since ages. A birthday celebration was in the books, musically supported by one of the best DJ duos around.