Alchemy

or, we are all made of something and it's not stars.

Monday night I was made of sound and smoke and alcohol. I passed on one song I really should have danced too, but quickly capitulated to the rhythm and an old standard. There were moments, several of them, where I became the music, and was swept along in that way that I always write about and you're probably getting sick of hearing about. How many times can you try to capture the fusion of music and motion? How many times can it hold you and pull through exhaustion with a few opening bars of an old favorite song? Regardless of that, hold and pull it did.
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