CK5 turned the lights out. Stage black, night black, The Mann black. Just monitors and amp lights on stage, then an emerald singularity, a star rise, softly and slowly from behind the Last Jedi. Gradual and gently growing illumination, one green lamp, as if the universe is birthing a sonic, comforting unity. Singular in purpose and stoic in approach, this malachite harmony tip toes its way through the photons until it ignites the entire pavilion in a blaze. Contrast and hue return, as colors trickle across the faces of the masses, then a familiar melody and the red worm cometh. Trey lit this up, non-stop, like a fuse heading toward a powder keg.
This show was for my Pops. This is a part of my review for STTF. Just had to have it on the permeant record.