Light My Fire.

One strident crash of drums, Fingers race across a carnival organ, The lean torso supple in leather, enfolds the mike stand like a snake. Apollo deigns to sing to us of bodies in heat and dying, and promises delayed too long, while the amplified strings lay down tracks for Nirvana. Soaring, screeching for release, Their jazzy lines converge and climax. The ending rumble of the drummer brings silence. Electric relief.