the show went on well past midnight and i am beyond the prime for that -- maybe i was never young enough for that -- and it took three naps over the course of two days to get back to my rhythm, but oh i'd do it again, and i'd do it again.
those four know the songs of those most tender of soul parts. i've never known anything like it. it's something of a call & response that stirs me way down deep: a whistle and a croon -- bow on string -- the accordion's exhale -- the bellow of the sousaphone -- velvet drumbeats -- and my spirit flickers.
(nobody does it like they do.)
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