Franchino nights

sometimes a voice changes the size of a room. #

Franchino tonight and I never know whether I come home from those nights more tired or more awake. There is something about hearing a voice arrive over progressive music after you’ve been waiting inside a build for what feels like forever. The words don’t even need to be some enormous secret of the universe. It’s the timing, the darkness, everybody facing the same direction without really facing anything, the music holding the room open and then suddenly a voice appears and the entire atmosphere shifts.

People sometimes ask me what exactly I like about it and `”atmosphere”` sounds like a lazy answer, but it isn’t. Atmosphere is the thing. It’s the reason hearing something alone through speakers at home can be beautiful and still not be remotely the same thing as hearing it surrounded by hundreds of people at four in the morning.

Then you leave and somebody is screaming because they’ve lost their cloakroom ticket and philosophy ends immediately.

Perfect.

Remember me, Eclipse.