Glassjaw – Dreams of Sex and Stage Diving

One of the best things in life is to go to a full on hardcore gig and then get home and connect one of our favourite bands with one of our favourite authors. I’d love to think Martin Miller was in the audience.

Ears ringing, muscles singing, blood pumping. Oh how I’ve missed these nights. The Boy and I are fully integrated tonight again. We don’t like crowds and people normally but in a gig you can lose those constraints and really let go.

It does limit audio hypersensitivity so there’s no hair trigger in the head.

Living in the moment, memento mori. You’re gonna die so why not live!

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