Truly worthy of throwing up the horns

I'm exhausted. Happy, but awfully exhausted. I think that may be why we don't spend all of our lives at the peak of joy, because while it's an awesome emotion, it's really draining. Kind of the same way crying for hours really knocks you on your ass. It's draining. The great thing about joy, is that you're not numb the same way you are with sorrow. But you're still tired and sore.

I have to ask myself, why I don't play music any more. Performing and being part of that wall of sound (yes, it can happen with an orchestra) was one of the best feelings ever. You feel it throughout your body, all the way down to your toes and when it's perfect, it's impossible not to smile.

I had some of that feeling last night at the Curiosa show. I know it's not cool to get retarded about a band when you're 27, but honestly, in comparison to the joy I was feeling, coolness doesn't even register as something that matters. It was a great show. Muse lived up to the first time I saw them and this time the crowd exceeded my expectations. I want to thank the band for blowing my mind and for giving me (and everyone else there) the chorus of Stockholm Syndrome. It's the closest I'll ever come to a religious experience.

HRH