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Memories of Music

I heard KRS-One’s “Step Into A World” on BBC Radio 6 unexpectedly. It came on as I was curling my hair, and by the time I finished the left side of my head I’d fallen into that familiar wormhole — the one through which I revisit the blur that is, roughly, 1997 to 2002 — and had somehow, in those minutes, written an entire post in my head about how music stirs my memory. Within the very fabric of a song, there appears to be a layer or frequency that, when played and heard by my ears, unlocks a tiny door into my mind, swirls the serotonin, and releases the dopamine. And now, I can’t write that post here. The words were fluid in my head: a space where nascent ideas are brilliant, where then and now blend, and where everything makes sense. My shower creates a similar space: when I wash my hair, the running water and the mundane task at hand release the flow of thoughts. Yet when I sit and try to put these words down, …

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[A Moment to Breathe]

After posting a few well-received pieces on Facebook at the end of 2011, I made a New Year’s resolution—my only resolution—to post tighter pieces, even if that meant posting less frequently. And that’s exactly what I did, and over the past five months I’ve written better stuff (I think) and built a wider readership.

Mini Island Solitude, Cala Tarida, Ibiza.

Party Island Pilgrimage: San Antonio, Ibiza

Ibiza was on my “to do” list for 10 years. I made the long-awaited journey to this island of beats and debauchery last month. While I no longer chase the party, I still love venturing out and dancing for hours—although most of the time I feel too old, even at 31, for the scene. But techno, the dance floor, the dancing until you’re sweaty, the feeling of the bass in your chest—I will never not find all this unappealing. I grew up on this music and in this scene. It’s in me.   Finally making it to Ibiza, then, was an awesome experience. The island isn’t all about partying, although you certainly can make it so. But if you ditch the towns (Ibiza Town, San Antonio, etc.), you’ll find remote beaches on the Mediterranean and quieter places worth exploring. So, you can escape people if you want to—it just takes a bit of effort (and extra cash) to get on a bus, rent a scooter or car, or hail a taxi. (Though this may be …