deep story nr. 152 | good old times | by Sahar Z

I turn up the volume of the old radio and my foot starts to bob.
Happiness hormones flow through my body and my stomach starts to
tingle. My limbs break out of their dull, brain-controlled
shadowy existence and gradually regain their autonomy. The
bobbing of my foot evolves into the first hesitant dance steps
and gradually my shyness-driven resistance disappears. A few
seconds later, my movements are already flowing and follow an
improvised choreography. My spontaneous outburst of exuberance
paired with the loud music quickly attract attention. The first
people stop and watch with interest. Soon afterwards I have my
first comrades-in-arms on the large meadow that we use as an
improvised dance floor. The music captures the attention of more
and more passers-by in the park and the meadow gradually fills
up. The feeling grows in me that I attracted all these people
with my joy and that they now share it. An irresistible euphoria
spreads in my body and the spirit of activism grows in me. I want
to take advantage of this atmosphere to do justice to my role as
an ambassador for music. As nimble as a cat, I climb the nearest
tree and move rhythmically to the music. I stay there until the
music on the radio stops and leaves the crowd a little perplexed.
I take the stage and declare that everybody will soon be able to
experience the creator of this musical delicacy live nearby.
Murmurs spread among the people. Some start to applaud. After I
have communicated the place and date of the next ComRa event, I
get a lot of approval. Many of today's dancers want to come over
and continue celebrating with me there. If you long for the great
open air events and festivals of summer during this dark and cold
season, let our guest Sahar Z shorten the waiting time for you.
The internationally acclaimed DJ is at home at festivals at all 4
corners of the world and is a true master to inspire a global
crowd.