A REMEMBERED LOVE OF DANCE:
Down at the stadium last night the hairs on the back of
my neck stood up as Cowgirl’s kickdrum dropped. Altitude
robbed me of oxygen, so the feet’s desire to dance had to
wait. Working at this height above sea level leaves you
strangely breathless, the head can’t really believe
a scene so familiar could be so thin on breathable molecules.
I love soundchecking the night before a festival, watching
forklifts distribute refrigerators to the beer stalls,
lone skateboarders glide across the arena floor like kings,
clouds of dust rise up from besoms, drovers of dirt movers
choreographed to clean, do their dance across the arena
herding particles with love & care to make everything
just right for the feet of thousands.
Riggers, the size of hills, push enormous metal barriers
with ease, reducing tons to matchsticks. Hands that could
snap me like a twig tap in harmony with the high-hat,
feet move in time with the snare, bodies swaying in the
breeze of a familiar sub bass groove, everybody smiling,
everything gets a little easier as the mood lifts us closer
to the time of joyous celebration.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Incredible feeling…I’ve been fortunate it enough to experience it a couple of times. It’s absolutely magical. I was told tonight, believe in yourself, and everyone around you will believe in you…how many times those truthful words have been spoken…who knows…..so pure, so simple,…no matter who you are….you can reach your dreams…just believe yourself and your purpose will shine…sooner or later…it will finally burst through like the rays of the sun on a cloudy day…before you know it, you’re on your way and the stage is set….celebrate…the dance of life is ours to hold.