ReBirth at the Glass House
It was all air and muscle when Phil kicked off the set
The Glass House was so small I could put my palms on the ceiling
Dance until my grease and the grease in the air were the same
Drums and brass, no P.A. and the house just shook
Then it hooked. I had to hold on to the popcorn in the ceiling
Just to keep my clothes from slipping off
Finally I was in the middle of New Orleans brass in all it’s raw glory
My hips unhinged and moving like a mercury ball
Rolling and totally liquid at room temperature
1 comment:
and what a hot room it was!
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