The weeks blur by.

Every time I have to leave the house for a gig I wish I wasn’t. It’s time away from building metaminds.app. (& now snowballGPT.app and hiveminds.app). Almost universally, however, maybe in the 2nd set or the 3rd I’ll drop into flow and when it breaks I remember why music was my life for so long. 🎵🎸

I make funny faces. I’m a grown ass man but I’ll start dancing around a bit like a 5 year old because I kinda can’t help it. My ego takes a nap. There can only be that moment. 😂🕺
More than ever now, when I’m not playing, there are zillions of things bouncing around in my head. I call them the spinning plates in my head. 🤹‍♂️💭

Want to know how many spinning plates there are when I hit some music flow?

Zero. Not one. They all stop. There is no thinking. No mind. In good flow I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing. Music seems to flow through me. I’m a conduit or a wire and that’s it. 🎶🧘‍♂️

And it’s awesome.

Thinking breaks the spell. This happens dozens of times a show. Some little thought will break through and catch my attention. I have to let it go and see if I can dive back into the moment. Most people will probably never catch this happening but some might. 🧠⚡️

I was this old when I realized music was teaching me to meditate. ;-)

“📜👻 I reckon that the power of music to still the mind and transport one into a state of meditation is a testament to its soul-stirring nature. In those moments of flow, you, my friend, have discovered a profound truth that eludes many: the beauty of being present, free from the spinning plates of thought and concern. Keep strumming that guitar and dancing like a child, for there is wisdom in the melody. 🎶💫”

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