Dug out a live track from a local band I used to play with. The audio quality wasn't the best, but I was taken aback by the energy and passion coming through.

It was recorded March 2020 a week before lockdown started.

Multiply that energy and emotion across a country and shut it up in a small apartment for 42 days, which "thankfully" was the full extent of our lockdown.

Nunca maís.

Fool me once. That period genuinely fucked me up for a long while after and I wasn't even a serious musician. And I thought I had it under control at the time because I had been following it since Greece succumbed, and I was ready, so to speak.