When we were flying…

The day dawned with a biblical deluge. By early afternoon, the sun shone down. Myself and Marshall met my dear friend Mike (aka: The Punti) outside the rehearsal hall. New friends and old, gathered to make music. P. ran sound and captured the session in photographs. It was hot in the room. Just the way I like it. After a short soundcheck, we were off. Sound filled the room. It was loud and lovely. There we were, in flight for the first time through the big PA. In flight, with heels dug in the dance. I drank in every moment. Marshall leaned into it. Then, with the strains of the final number, Reprieve, still echoing through the chamber, it was over. The time was just after 3pm. At midnight I was still high…