Blog: Dancing Astronaut

Let us paint a picture for you: Thomas Gold is on stage, and you're directly in front of him, about 50 feet back. Miraculously, your group has managed to find some breathing room. Everything is going well. There are no sweaty teenagers jammed into your armpits. No mysterious stranger is rubbing his crotch against your backside. The show has been excellent so far, and you're enjoying yourself. The drumline fades into something different, something deliberate. The beat gently grows heavier. The ground beneath your feet begins to tremble. Suddenly, the momentum vanishes. [...]