...the lights burn down, the crowd lost into shapes. i'm looking down, djewel writhing on the stage near my feet. the bass is warm against my hips, the strings pushing back against my fingers. michael stumbles backwards after an ear seering solo and djewel spits out his next line, now crouching at the edge of the stage. my thoughts have given way to an awareness of the moment. the moment is sound, energy and beautiful confusion, the fix i'm after...