I was at a rooftop cafe last night. Friends. Conversations. Acoustic music. (a thought from abt a year back which was never blogged.)

I was at a bench by a big lake last night. A stranger i had just befriended via couchsurfing. Conversations. Acoustic music.  (this was last night)

Something about live music, you know that it probably will never be recreated again. its not just music, its the presence of the performer and the connection one shares with their own life and the era being reflected in whatever was jammed. A memory for that moment only.