there’s something so quietly beautiful about this era… like it’s not trying to be loud or overwhelming, it just *is*. honest, intentional and completely rooted in the music itself.watching harry at funkhaus felt like witnessing something almost sacred.
the way he chose to come back, so focused on the essence of it all: the connection, the freedom, the joy, the longing, every feeling in between - it’s not just performance, it’s expression in its purest form.
every live moment feels like watching a painter at work, like each note is a brushstroke and you can *feel* the emotion as it’s being created in real time. there’s something deeply human about it, something that pulls you in without even trying.
and seeing him grow like this, so present and so sure of his artistry, is genuinely endearing. it makes you appreciate not just the music, but the intention behind it - the way he sees the world and chooses to share that with us.
i don’t know… i just feel really lucky to be here for it. to experience his art like this, to witness this version of him. it feels special in a way that’s hard to put into words, but you can feel it anyway.
