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I was thrilled that a musical instrument could scare me, it was beyond notes. The band blasted into “Wasted,” the room erupting into a wild throbbing throng. Pure primal joy, all for one. The physicality and speed of the music, the sheer free abandon of the crowd and the band joined together pulsing as one. Something awakened in me. I realized music could jar people out of their comfort zone, challenge them as to the very meaning of their existence. All the times in my life I’d wanted to disrupt things, to shake things up, and I now saw it being done in the healthiest way. Real alchemy. I fell ...more
Acid for the Children: A Memoir
by Flea
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