A good few years ago, a friend dragged me along to a party where some strangers had transformed an old industrial building into a dancehall and dubstep shook the troubles away or at least that’s how it seemed. I mean, it was probably the drugs but I am naive and wishful enough to believe it was the music because a speaker can become a church to anybody …
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