WHERE ARE WE?:
Home on the island in need of a shower, the twelve-can
Stella boys back in their bunks recover from the ritually
rude awakening at boarder control. That’s when you should
ask us for a picture, but don’t stand too close. The lady
in the kiosk asks our driver,
“Got a band on board? Who is it?…Oh, ‘Bornslippy’!”
I have to congratulate all our customs officers this
morning for smiling & remaining tolerant as we line up,
hunch shouldered & wrinkled, proffering passports we hope
are ours.
“Hello, and where have you just come from?”
“Ah, Holland”
“Where abouts in Holland?”
“I don’t know, I just got off the bus somewhere”
“I see, and what is it you do?”
“Er…A musician, I’m a musician”
“In a band?”
“Yes”
“what’s the name of the band, is it someone we’d know?”
“Well, perhaps… Underworld?”
“OK, and why were you in Holland?”
“To perform…at a festival…somewhere”
“Welcome home”
“Thank you”
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Someone said:
“They really know how to please the crowd and keep the energy high and the party going. When they use vocals it is insanely good, their words enter your ears and seem to flow through your veins. My heart was pumping it seemed to the beat of the music, it was truly a whole body experience. Your ears are listening, your body is dancing, your eyes are watching the lights dart around and the crowd go crazy!”
So, ears are listening, eyes are watching and if my body could ever get so close it would not only dance but also go for a kiss! The nose would not be in the way, so to speak 🙂
I feel like dancing.
And yes, I wish I could dance with you.
Unfortunately I have only time for dancing with my colleagues these days.