Many of us use music to change how we feel. We play jazz in the evening to wind down after work, classical to get us in the “zone” to concentrate, high intensity music to stay motivated during a workout, or a ballad to console our broken heart.
The good things in Melbourne are hidden away. Behind non-descript doors and trick bookcases. On rooftops. Down laneways. Pop-ups, warehouses, basements; Lady Melbs rewards those who seek. Which requires little persuasion, I have noticed. Melburnians go silly at the whiff of intrigue.