The picture doesn't do them justice... But they danced all night long. on and on and on... i thought they'd give up. I thought I'd give up. Each song was 45 minutes long... at least... but they kept going. I kept going. I wanted to stop, but my legs kept moving. I wasn't in my body... I cared nothing about my muscles tightening. Nothing about the cramp building up in my side, or the spasms in my back... I wasn't feeling pain, because I was in a world where pain simply didn't exist. I was bathed in a sea of rhythm and chanting. I was in a singular consciousness that had succumbed to the will of Fela. His music had ensnared the musicians long enough to make mere suburban-looking boys play the music of the depressed, oppressed, and obsessed. I had to be older than all of them. But once the music was going, age was lost in the ethereal singularity. I want to get lost again.
This is an experiment of sorts to try to tie together my online identity and my offline personality. I've made plenty of business oriented sites, but I have never actually put together one for myself personally... With the advent of social networking sites like Facebook and Myspace along with blog sites like Blogger and Twitter, I find that I have cut a wide swath here in the internet, in terms of being actively online, but there isn't one place to really tie that information together. So this will be an attempt at doing so.