This place is romping and racing throughout measures of music
tonight, feeling vibrations taking over, reverberating through-
out this place standing in the midst of a great time.
One big family united through a band called Cold Front, being
front and center in this poet's life, they're always taking
minds into a playland and fantasyland of wonderful ideas.
Concepts delving totally into the instrumental side of music,
energetically taking off like a rocket here in the darkness,
a fire building within passion being taken into the atmosphere
without any effort.
Pleasing everyone here to the fullest, see-sawing into the
fascinating and pleasurable tension of rhythms taking off
and landing, building and leaving everybody panting, wanting
more.
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