Dance, Motherfuckers. Just Do It

After Bug And Spats left we danced.
In the hallway.




Mr. Moon and I.

We trilled and we shook and we grabbed and we swung and we swang and we slang and we twirled and we did the Fertility Of The Earth dance.

Death will do that to you.
Thank you death.
Thank you for giving us what you can.

Love...Ms. Moon

PS. That video is the first one I've ever seen in entirety where Keith got rid of an overly enthusiastic fan by using his guitar, then strapping it back on to play. And to finish the story, next day Keith paid the guy's bail.