The Setup

Like the calm before a hurricane, or lovers learning the contours of one another's body for the first time. The band sets up. Amps out. Lights down. Instruments at the ready. There's the bass. An inkling of some spontaneous rythm that's just popped into the bassist's head. Nowhere to go, it wafts aimlessly into the empty recording studio until it's picked up by the guitar. Buttressed by the drums. And suddenly the place is thumpin'. Toes are tappin'. Heads are bobbin'. And no one knows why - this isn't even a song, just an eruption of creativity. Unbridled energy. Talent trusted to roam free. Or, what most people call "just the set up."