Rupert Loydell writes

IN THE CORNER

I thought it best to approach the transcendent religiosity of my favourite album played live without the original vocalist, after a drink or two. I can sing along with every word, and sometimes I even know what the lyrics might mean, but I have to admit in the cold light of day that that is as far as it goes.

You could say it is hippy nonsense, but that still seems preferable to the egotistical snapshot culture that surrounds me. The bar is full of people taking pictures of themselves, ignoring each other in favour of their phones. I can't pretend to understand, just as they – I'm sure – will not understand why I am writing this in the corner.

 -- Olivia Muus

 -- Olivia Muus

 -- Olivia Muus

 -- Olivia Muus

 -- Olivia Muus

 

  -- Olivia Muus