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I fear that I’ve misplaced my muscle reminiscence for stay music. I’m on the level of withdrawal the place I miss the sensory particulars with unnerving specificity: The strategic shifting of weight from one foot to the opposite. The craning left and proper to keep away from an obstructive gaggle of telephones, or the tallest man within the room who’s in some way all the time in entrance of you. The purr of a robust bass reverberating between my ribs. The euphoria of relinquishing my private area to the pit. As an alternative, my calendar is pocked with distant performances topic to the whims of web connectivity, designed to be watched languidly with out a thought to placing on exterior pants. But, for all its bodily inertia, the previous 12 months has been a time of appreciable psychological train: reimagining the collective music expertise for our cloistered current, dreaming about what its future would possibly seem like, rewiring our brains for a brand new world.
As we stay anxiously via a