I just checked through one of the H4Life streams we recorded, on behalf of H4Life performer Beki Hemingway, in order to send it to someone for a potential gig. Previously I had almost exclusively listened to the streams as the host, or as the person who felt responsible for the output.

I often did enjoy listening at the time, but the responsibility I felt undoubtedly affected those levels of enjoyment. And in my head it was all too easy to remember it as a mishmash of music, connections issues, and dodgy sound.

It was so nice to listen without all of that, and to realise how lovely many, if not most of the streams were.

We didn’t do such a bad job after all. But it’s weird how our brains (well, my brain) often tells a different story.

Perhaps we shouldn’t always believe what it tells us.