As I am writing this, I'm lying on the floor of a sun beaten Dutch monastery's attic, August-hot, all fans on. Around me sit about six writers I just danced with. Equally sweat-drenched, they're pouring what's left of them on paper. It's a jaw-clenchingly beautiful thing, the mix of sweat and words and bodies and minds.
Even though I love writing, there is a language I love more, and that is music: the most direct, ancient and universal way of telling a story. Like most of us, I’ve been listening to music all my life.The playlist that awaits you is like Spring itself; bursting with surprise. Enjoy, don’t forget to dance right in the middle of your Age of Everything.
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