To Fear Life is Death

As I sat here, watching <a href="https://youtu.be/tuXhAPzRHxo?si=RVdbiY2JxNOnWP4C" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Prince’s 1986 performance in Detroit</a>, I couldn’t help but feel amazed and in awe. I spent most of the hour watching live performances of some of my favorite artists after being inspired by <a href="https://youtu.be/GvFYSMU3VeQ?si=OAhDCo6ldKe3u3kP" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Victoria Monet’s energetic performance on Jimmy Fallon.</a> I don’t regularly listen to her music, but I would gladly pay to watch her show since she brings a level of energy that even some of my favorite artists can’t match. These performers not only fill me with awe, but they also ignite a longing and yearning within me. A desire to be like them, to sing, to write, to dance, even if I have two left feet. I’d love to give it a try, even if my dance moves resemble <a href="https://youtube.com/shorts/1wMdzF9Ex38?si=5ZsbM_Xu-tXdvQ6B" rel="noopener ugc nofollow" target="_blank">Taylor Swift on her ‘Eras’ tour attempting choreography. </a>I’d prefer that over a lackluster concert, which is why I’ve been hesitant to spend on some of my favorite artists who’ve toured in Toronto. <a href="https://medium.com/@metropolitanmusings/to-fear-life-is-death-c0a5407d45e0">Website</a>