Music is a medium. Emotions translate into melodies like a
blackout-inducing power surge. Songwriters can transform great sadness
into song and weave joy into a melody. Heartache and happiness leave
their hearts and we absorb them into our souls. This past Sunday at the
Foundry in Philadelphia, Magic Giant sent love. Their music hugged me
and told me I was pretty. Never had a concert made me feel so loved –
unless we include the time I made out with a random girl in the parking
lot at a Grateful Dead show. I don’t think that one counts.
Monday, October 23, 2017
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