That’s all I think as I fly to the keyboard for some Kashmere Stage Band.
The power to blast through a stiff, sleepy morning, get out of your head, or finally clean your damn room is locked in every liquid sound travelling the decades it took to get to your ears.
And if you somehow sit still through the entire song and don’t end up with that stinky funk face on (you know the one), I would see a doctor. This may be a sign of
a serious medical condition known as psychíary obstruction or a “blockage of soul”.
(Song recommendation by Jon Johnson)