The last live performance I saw was Judge Jules at The Foundry — and what a night that was.

There’s something magical about live music when the bass kicks in, the lights blur, and for a few hours the outside world fades into obscurity.

Judge Jules absolutely owned the room; the energy was relentless, nostalgic, and uplifting all at once, and the atmosphere was pure electric. It’s like you were among old friends (that you’d only just met) who like you were just there for the music.

As someone who spends most of his time buried in poetry, photography, and thought, it was great to step into pure noise, rhythm, movement and a state of musically induced euphoria for a change.

Sometimes the soul needs a poem… and sometimes it just needs a dance floor.