Before Biscuit Miller and The Mix set up the stage, a bunch of kids were already high. Three young men circled around a gray haired one talking. A short, white beard guy in a black hat sat at the bar drinking alone. The band began with a strong beat. Almost instantly as music started, stepped in the dancers! They threw coats off and set themselves in motion. So vigorous and wild that I found myself completely at loss with words, mesmerized by their body movements and bright faces. They seemed to have forgotten about themselves, but it was only about themselves and being themselves. I didn’t notice when the white beard slipped onto the dance floor; the old man turned out to be a great dancer too!
In a neighboring club, the piano and the cello looked dimmed.