I don't know about my dreams
I don't know about my dreaming anymore
Watching James Blake live at Laneway was so surreal. It felt like I was uplifted somehow, even amongst the sweaty crowds. I haven't felt so calm and sublime for a long time.
Laneway itself was pretty fun, even though it was a cluster fuck of people. It just feels great to be away from everything and to be sucked into the music, enjoying the ambience even though I didn't know half the artistes playing. It just felt great to be away.
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