L’Amour Toujours is a powerful song. I heard it a few times before today, never finding out its title or its composer

There’s a music festival in town right now

“Put your pride on the shelf” is a line in Y. M. C. A. The song was written by a disco group that is literally gay...

By not listening to different songs one after another, I don’t become pique-blind to music. I thereby have an instant euphoric rush whenever I hear an energetic track

I fondly remember having uniquely good vibrations in two unlikely circumstances of the recent past

Most of my music-listening goes like this: I discover a great piece and set it on repeat until I either become tired of it or find another banger

“Nel Segno di Bacco” is an Italian artistic group touring the country with a musical play about wine, food, and conviviality

I have a subconscious and instinctual, but perhaps irrational distrust for buskers with speakers

Nostalgia: Touch of Light

Music disappears when loud sounds are rocking the walls. The composition, melody, and energy vanish. Only pounding remains

Music on hold sucks. I am interested in reading an article or watching a video, but instead I have to pay attention to when the music ends and the operator starting babbling

A good anthem for a micronation would be “We believe in memes”