Euphoria

If language is a barrier, music is the guys who tore down the Berlin Wall. Tonight I was fortunate enough to see some of the world's most talented live DJs. The fact that those songs are composed of nothing but originality, a few electronic devices and lots of time, is unique and pretty special. In a lot of ways, it isn't so different than an artist and a blank canvas, or a writer posting on his blog. Perhaps we should task them to fix global warming. Why? Because if there is one thing they are good at doing, it's creating atmosphere. I went with two girls tonight, both of whom were novices to the club scene. While neither of them walked away saying it was really their cup of tea, long conversations following determined that they were in a state of heightened consciousness known as euphoria. It's great to know that even to those who don't find themselves passionate about the music can still be controlled by the power of said created music. I wish it were that simple with writing. Sure, one can create and convey powerful ideas through writing, but I feel as though it stimulates a different part of the brain. It doesn't run as deep. There needs to be a fundamental way to affect an individual with words. Keep them wondering through the night when, or if, they'll feel normal again. It was a great show tonight. The kind of show that induces a natural high. The best kind of high. Goodnight to you all from the Windy City. Next should be my posts from the return journey.

Always Striving,
TC