Oh, the weirdness of sounds. Some drink, some smoke, as the vibrations echo around our shoulders. By midnight, my friend has passed out from half a bottle of whiskey she opted for instead of a blanket. Later, after I have retreated to the car to sleep a while, my friend will appear at the window and say, “I just opened my eyes and I was the only person left on the grass. There’s still a sound playing from the stage. It’s 4:20 am and the whole place is empty. I think it’s real. But what if there was never anyone there?” And—this is without drugs—this is Tonalism.

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