Most days I wake in Bullerbyn, occasionally I wake in Pripyat and want to run away from humans. The past 24 hours has been the latter.
I don’t know why—Actually, I do know why after some investigation. You see, when I feel a bit low, I put on a live concert. It could be André Riou or Bruce Springsteen or some other live concert. Tonight, it was Runrig’s The Last Dance. Boy! It really cheered me up. How so? You ask.
Well, there was the plaintive sound of Malcom’s skilful guitar playing and the iambic pulse of Calum’s percussion, Rory’s steady bass. There was Bruce (bless him) holding it all together in song. Not to mention Brian on keyboards making it all look easy whilst Ian was on a drumkit the size of a room and never appearing exhausted. Magical that all that may have been. And whilst it added to my lift, I have to say that the audience also dunnit.
To see people at a concert all happy dancing has a subliminal effect. The Hebrew language has the word Firgun; think the antonym of schadenfreude. Whereas Schadenfreude. Means taking pleasure in another’s misfortune, Firgun on the other hand is taking pleasure in another’s happiness.