setting a precedent.

I can not recall the last time a piece of music moved me enough to write something.

Normally the inspiration manifests itself into some long-skirt-twirling-in-a-field-of-daisies type of daydream but not this one. Thanks to a courageous and gorgeous friend (you know exactly who you are) I feel a deep sense of nostalgia and reminiscence of a time I almost forgot.

As the song dances above a beautiful montage of black and white film older than my fingerprints but as youthful as my daughter I feel I know where it was recorded...like I was there. The scene, the very end of a high school dance...the DJ is outside having a hand-rolled cigarette...no-one is really dancing anymore but the night has pretty much fulfilled the expectations and excitement.

No-one wants to go home yet but there's not a lot left to do. It's that moment between the last bar of the last song and the shuffle and tired but happy looks friends give each other when they know they've each had a great night.

I hope, friend, that you don't mind me sharing...to all those dances xxx