My lovely sister organised a night out at the iconic Basement tonight. One of our favourites, Tim Freedman was doing a solo gig minus his Whitlams band mates. It was music the way I love it, intimate and acoustic.
I realised while at the show that many of my most vivid (and fond) memories involve music. Things like, singing in my bedroom, the music playing at full volume during my parents parties, being introduced to new albums or artists and my very first concerts to name a few. It got me contemplating how much music really does mean to me given I don't remember much else from my childhood and therefore what I should do about it...
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