Last night I had a vision of a disco in the sky. I saw angels and saints dancing together, like a mystical dream inside of my mind. I remembered to move, I remembered that groove, I remember the thump of the bass and the pump of the kick, because my heart was almost out my body. I felt free, I felt joy, I felt things I never thought I'd feel before. It was deep, it was soulful, it was techno... it was disco. A kaleidoscope of sounds. It was an essential mix in the clouds, where we could dance and sing out loud, and everybody loved everybody else. There was no hurt, there was no sorrow, there was no pain. And like children we danced and we laughed, and we played without a care in the world. Without a flicker of despair, it was all about music. It was that thing that we shared. A tribal feast of rhythm, a ceremony of sound in my mind. I must of went to music heaven… because nothing is that divine.
