<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Concerts on Og Maciel's Journal</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/tags/concerts/</link><description>Recent content in Concerts on Og Maciel's Journal</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://omaciel.github.io/tags/concerts/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Night I Became a Man (Musically Speaking)</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-07-the-night-i-became-a-man-musically/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-10-07-the-night-i-became-a-man-musically/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="https://omaciel.github.io/images/became-man-musically-cover.heic" alt="Radio Image"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I first became aware of music when I was around eleven or twelve years old. I remember a party being held at a sports arena in the small town where I lived, and at some point, they started playing an upbeat rock &amp;rsquo;n&amp;rsquo; roll song. Up until then, I don&amp;rsquo;t recall ever being interested in music—or even dancing or knowing any dance moves—but that night, something happened. I found myself incapable of not moving and shaking my body, which to everyone else probably looked like I was having an epileptic seizure (not that those are fun or funny). Eventually, I started observing the people around me and copying their moves, and I&amp;rsquo;m glad to say that night I became a man—musically speaking, at least.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>