Small and great festival in the outskirts of outskirts. DIY stage in old factory, also fancy pizza. People were kind, interested and interesting. Wild, fearless and mesmerising music fled the speakers and bounced around the souls.

For me, the challenge is the audience. I need a spoken word detox. No need to charm people, it is overrated and a dirty trick. I am no longer the instrument, not even the vessel. I am just the conductor. Sounds, signals and released ideas are the act now. Not me.

Also – I must stop fearing the weird. The weird is in me, it is flowing through the machines and it must be heard even outside of the studio. The people can handle it, they are stranger than me. Get a grip dammit. More noise. Less nice!