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Life is weird: one minute I’m dancing in a concert mosh pit, happily crammed among strangers like a sardine in a can, and then bam — pandemic. The can tilts, the music stops, and I’m flopping around without the thrill and connection of live music at a packed venue, my favorite place on Earth.
But since lockdown, I’ve managed to find one important substitute: NPR’s Tiny Desk concerts.
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