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I thought about one of my dearest old friends tonight for no reason at all. It made me remember how much I loved singing with friends and how much I miss it. There was a point when music was everything, when it permeated every aspect of my life. I never went to school for it or anything, it was just…there. Now it’s not, and I feel like it’s the one thing I truly miss. And I don’t really know what I can do about it.

It’s not as easy as just looking for a guitarist or doing a couple of open mics or something. There’s a rapport, an understanding that I need to find again. When singing was a big part of my life, it influenced me to find the kinds of people I hung out with. It gave me a place to belong in the world. Sure, I’ve found other ways to belong, but that one was special.

I’m not sure where this is going, but it felt like something I needed to say out loud, or whatever this is. I’m not even necessarily looking for solutions.

Really, what I want is someone to play Billy Bragg songs so I can sing them. And they have to “get” it.

Tell me what you think.

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