Every now and then I decide I kinda actually like some of the music I’ve heard of a band and that I really should’ve started listening to them sooner. Moby is one of them.
It started in the record shop. I suddenly got the urge to buy a Moby album, but which one? As usual when I do this, I go for the hits and go from there later, so a best of-album it was. And then I came home. And then I turned the music on. And after a while, this song hit me like a wall of bricks.
I started dancing, singing «lift me up, lift me up, higher now Ama», turning it into somewhat of a chant. This. Is. Beautiful.
Where did all these movements come from? How did this song hit me this hard? It just came out of nowhere and I was sold. I finally found another song to fix any bad day, making me dance around my living room, dance in the shower, dance while cooking… I tried listening to the album while trying to go to sleep, but I couldn’t. As soon as this song came on, I had to dance.
After all, isn’t that what life is about? Joy so strong you can’t help but move your body? Who cares if you know how to dance or not, no one has to see you!
Plain talking – served us so well.
No excuse me while I dance all this energy off. Again.