music and madness

i went to big sky last night with some friends to watch a gig after what seems like ten thousand years. i haven't been to a gig since i went to city jam that one time with lala. and though it was entertaining, it wasn't as enjoyable as the ones like last saturday. maybe because narda was there. and i'm a slave for narda. i get totally enraptured whenever i watch them perform. maybe because their vocalist is so entertaining to watch. she pulls out all the stops in performing live. doesn't hold herself off from the audience. is very receptive as performer, and she truly puts herself into the song. it might take me a hundred words to explain all these, but you'll never get as much explanation as you can as watching them yourself. if you do, then you'll know what i'm talking about.

there were days before when a week won't pass without me seeing someone peform live. be it some known band or just some run of the mill banda-bandahan. those days are, of course, long gone. most nights i used to spend circulating the live music scene is now spent talking to all sorts of strangers. it's odd really. i know i'm happier when i'm out on gigs or coffee shops discussing philosophy, religion, life, love, art, tragedy, and everything else with friends. but no one gets paid doing that, right? so instead, i work. to sustain a healthy, well-provided life. but what's a healthy life without the happiness? what would all the health do to an unhappy spirit? it keeps it living. but it doesn't keep it alive.

doesn't quite make sense now, does it?