Wanted to be there still, enjoying that great night, lost in time, lost in space, completely untraceable, breathing every second of it, fulfilling every need of my body with those sounds, not wanting anything else, not having the need or the desire for anything but that moment… every succession of seconds, every little detail of the night, where the darkness was light, and nothing in the world we inhabit would stand its ground against the unequal sound of those drums, followed by the guitar amazing strength, accompanied by a keyboard reaching down my heart in its deepest level… and the subtle harmonica undressing my soul… turning me free.
Free for a moment,… free from a past I cannot understand, free from my present mistakes, from the my dwelling thoughts, from the pressure on my soul for that quest I eager to fulfill. There was satisfaction without asking for anything in return, there was the genuine silly mistakes that turn life into magic, there was equality and individuality spontaneously mixed in a such perfect way, which turned a small old pub into the world secret stage, the stage where special gifted people, who we call musicians, played their own music and made it the same, unique for their public, unique for them, unique at the highest level of its meaning, a meaning which no dictionary written by the greatest language experts would be able to describe.
I could write more, write forever, write too much in the humble attempt of describing the powerful sounds which filled the souls of the lucky ones who were there, however would never be able to convert the amazing feeling into written words cause there is not enough terms I could use invented by any being, earthling or extraterrestrial that would allow me to do so.
So ladies and gentleman come to The Elms and experience Music at its best, spontaneous rhythm with an amateur touch that turn simplicity into greatness in a magnitude that every single one of you will experience in exclusive way going back home wishing you were still there.
Free for a moment,… free from a past I cannot understand, free from my present mistakes, from the my dwelling thoughts, from the pressure on my soul for that quest I eager to fulfill. There was satisfaction without asking for anything in return, there was the genuine silly mistakes that turn life into magic, there was equality and individuality spontaneously mixed in a such perfect way, which turned a small old pub into the world secret stage, the stage where special gifted people, who we call musicians, played their own music and made it the same, unique for their public, unique for them, unique at the highest level of its meaning, a meaning which no dictionary written by the greatest language experts would be able to describe.
I could write more, write forever, write too much in the humble attempt of describing the powerful sounds which filled the souls of the lucky ones who were there, however would never be able to convert the amazing feeling into written words cause there is not enough terms I could use invented by any being, earthling or extraterrestrial that would allow me to do so.
So ladies and gentleman come to The Elms and experience Music at its best, spontaneous rhythm with an amateur touch that turn simplicity into greatness in a magnitude that every single one of you will experience in exclusive way going back home wishing you were still there.
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