60,000 SMILES:
The oxygen tank was parked at the side of the stage,
I knew I’d need it. Singing at altitude is like swimming
in treacle, add dancing to that & you guarantee collapsing,
or at least throwing up. We were rough, but roughness
brought with it something fresh, unpredictable, exhilarating.
60,000 pairs of hands raised in electric pure joy as the
first kick drum dropped & the roar that went up to REZ’s
familiar ping-pong even riff cut through my cranked-up in-ears.
The feet started dancing of their own accord, I tried to
make them stop, at least ‘slow down’, but they knew something
I didn’t. I sent my lungs apologies for the inappropriate conduct
of the feet, but my lungs it seems were in cahoots. They kept
pumping, finding oxygen where there was none & as I waited for
the voice to run out’ve runway it found some animal instinct
I never knew existed. Disregarding all my protestations the
body took over in celebration meditation, mouth grinning at
the blur of the feet, arms flailing in a high-hat wind.
The oxygen tank, remained at the side of the stage as
60,000 smiles sent three boys laughing into the night.
Thank you Mexico City
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Positive vibrations.
what an engaging summary. well done…and i know about the high altitudes. makes you can have funny dreams until adjusted.
What a magical night! Thank you all
See you there!!! Plaza Condesa in few hours!!!; ill be wearing the shirt i won last year 1 of the 50 custumers for shoping in underworldlive.com!!!!! mnr; mnr; mnr;!!!