I could be complicit in your
ayyashi but not in your music. that is why, despite the experimentations of the weekend, now is when I find my high, in the music of pink floyd coming from the speakers indoors off my own playlist. There's nothing to complain about the adventure and ayyashi with my
Nawabi amigos that just parted ways, but as much as I start to miss them, there's a feeling of relief in parallel, as I can plug into my own music - I walked back home listening to orchestral pieces, and to follow PF right now is wobbly Persian music.
I have these friends, however, to thank for a great musical (mis)education.
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