Boxer, music is a narcotic, and my listening room is now an opium den; I go into a state of euphoria when I can pinpoint instruments in space and focus on specific sounds that just hang in one spot, or like in Herby Hancock's "Rain Dance" where weird sounds are constantly popping out of space and moving all over the place, I'm in another galaxy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2hK6_o5Pdw
There is no past, there is no future; just one glorious present, the summer is light years away.