There are many reasons why I love this place.
The freedom, the beautiful people, the endless opportunities to get ourselves into situations we probably shouldn't discuss in public. Although, as you know, I usually do. But I think the most important reason is us.
You and me. All of us, really. The wonderful things that happen when we get together for no specific reason, forget about whatever else is going on and simply enjoy ourselves. No grand plans, no elaborate productions, no particular reason to celebrate anything. Just people wanting to spend some time together. So when Monica tells me she's in the mood to play some tunes for a few friends and asks whether she can use my basement, well, of course she can. And that's what we did this Monday.
I love where I live, by the way.
It's on the old continent, surrounded by some wonderfully eccentric neighbours. There's an airfield nearby, which is extremely convenient for someone with my travel habits, and generally speaking, nothing much ever happens around here and when something does happen, it's usually up in the air. Which is probably for the best. But it's my little paradise. A place where I can retreat from the world, enjoy my surroundings and occasionally invite a few people over to remind the neighbours that I'm still alive.
And then there's the basement. I've told you about my basement before, haven't I? Mostly in connection with certain activities that don't necessarily involve music. Well, not the sort you'd find on a DJ's playlist, anyway. And I see no reason to be embarrassed about that. We're adults, darling. We can discuss these things openly. I rather like that about us, although I do occasionally wonder what the cleaning staff make of it all.
Anyway, the basement is also a rather great place for a little party. It's just the right place to gather a few friends, turn up the music and let the evening take care of itself. And Monica's tunes fitted the room perfectly. She hadn't asked for anything extravagant. Just somewhere to play some music and enjoy the company of friends. No big production, no enormous venue, no complicated arrangements.
And look what happened.
I provided a few essential services here and there, welcomed people into my home and generally supervised proceedings with the professionalism you've come to expect from me. Most notably, I brought my camera down in the elevator. I know. The sacrifices I make.
So here are a few photographs from our little Monday gathering. Thank you, Monica, for the music. And thank you to everyone who came along, danced, chatted and made themselves at home.
Sometimes all we need is a friend with some music, a room to gather in, and people who want to be together.
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