There are albums that are composed of something that goes beyond the notes.

You surrender to them and take everything they can give you; the price is leaving them something of yourself at the same time. There aren't many of them in life, but when you find yourself listening to them, you're catapulted into the past to relive things that, willingly or unwillingly, you now have to endure again; then it's up to you to choose whether in an active or passive way, with a smile or with a stomachache.

And so here I am, in a parking lot, uselessly flipping through the CDs in my case, unable to find anything that matches my needs. Then, I turn the umpteenth disc and read "Dave Matthews Band" and "Crash," I automatically slide it out of the case and insert it into the player. Then another story begins, memories start along with the brass of "So much to say," in joy you discover what a fusion is and how beautiful it is to dance to a different kind of music; with "Crash into me" comes the awareness of how beautiful a love song can be without being banal, keeping the same highs throughout the piece or with "#41" how uncomfortable yet beautiful many chords with the acoustic can be, which stops being a campfire instrument, but something more, much more. At "Tripping Billies" everything becomes sparkling and clear, (yes, this album is a masterpiece and life can be beautiful!!!). With "Let you down" I can melt and learn again how to make music… you never finish with this CD…

The disc ends eventually, but it's one of those that you listen to continuously on loop, but let's start with "Two steps" because it's the masterpiece within the masterpiece and then I feel the rhythm intensifying, life having a fitting soundtrack because "life is short but sweet for certain we're climbing two by two to be sure these days continue these things we cannot change"

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