It can turn the crunchiest granola munching, eco-friendly housewife into a hardened thug and many muscle-bound, mustache toting, double-bagger riding renegades into sobbing little girls.
It can make my skin feel things that can never be felt by any other force. It can bring me back to a point in my life, down to the millisecond. Whether I want to remember or not…a smell, a friend, a relationship, a vague memory.
I don't know of any other thing that is as powerful.
Its subjectivity alone is mind-blowing. Its ability to coerce a crowd of thousands, God-like.
For me, it's mine. Open for my own interpretation. Ready to lead me in the direction I am meant to go or to bring me back from somewhere I don't want to be.
It's my distraction. My getaway. My come down. My life.
It's my music.
Russell Reich
Russell survived the battle of the demons inflicted by the streets of Somerville, Massachusetts.
He skipped town with his girlfriend, landed in the Midwest and became a father of two boys.
He has always had a knack for things that inspire.
Mainly music, but anything that took him away from the bad memories or the hustle & bustle
of work/home life could evoke him to create just about anything he had the time for.
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