Silence and sound all together and beating at a beatific pace of otherworldly and universal aplomb. A master stroke from a single most piano player; a distant arrival of an out of tune(purposefully done) guitar string. Flicked and gathered and awaiting brand new gusto…
The next sense of utter involvement. Of locational over-emotion sparring necessarily between
An orchestration of utterly over-involved people: sitting, standing, marvellously well playing ‘til their greatest nerves give way.
This is HeAvInG heaven; this is a Monday-morning mourning of a most deafeningly alchemical kind, as ALL audience members RECONFIGURED eyes.. reinvigorate and Rapturously ARISE
At the perfectly instrumental point—
Of staccato and falsetto and borderline musical interpretation/ and YET.. … …
No one shall EVER blatantly interrupt this playfully bombastic, beautifully choreographed and UNEQUIVOCALLY beatific instance
Of Permanent Understanding
