Playing live’s a feeling flood.
A self-strengthening rush.
Pulsing, breathing joy.
Bathing in warm vibrations of life.
Ultimate oneness with others.
An affirmation. Transcendent.
I give my energy to the crowd, they feel it, enrich it and amplify it back at me. I feed on it, play better and give more. I give more, they smile wider, dance harder and bring me beer. On and on it goes in beautiful feedback.
It’s raw, real… refreshingly dirty. Everyone in community, vibing, swimming in their visceral. An awesome kind of public intimacy.
Women exquisitely-prepared in their form-fitting best, perfumed by scents of concentrated girl. Gleams in their eyes, smirks on their lips, hips not lying as they move with my music… centered in their feminine.
Finally ripping my shirt off after soaking it through, a palpable hum of energy surges from the crowd. Daringly sexy glances shoot at me from around the room, objectifying me as I fucking love it. I’m my most-alive – centered in my musician and masculine.
No worry, no judgment… just release. The fun and feeling that fuel the best memories.
Poetry in motion.