Growing up with a band, you go through a lot together. The ups, the downs, you see progressions and evolutions of experience on both accounts. Everyone certainly has their beloved artists, but it boils down to resonation on a whole different level.
They're the ones that know you,
and will never let you down.
They're the ones you can depend on to help make it through life's decisive dance of events—the good as well as bad.
With melodies wailing on the same frequency as your heart and voices echoing the darkest depths of your core, they're the ones that inspire internal eruptions of epic proportions.
But what's truly crazy is when nervousness sets in sharing their art with someone else. It feels like handing over a sliver of your soul and hoping it's not taken for granted.
Music is a part of being, and with that being is a bond unlike any other.
Those who know, k n o w.
Who touches you?