Mayne Thought Post Family Groove Company Feb 4th

Have you seen such a thing? Heard it, tasted it just the same, found its rhythm, found its bang. Only later to figure you forgot the name. There is no shame in this, for in between beats and jives We find the time to mingle, and migrate. Re-kindle past conversation, take a smoke in cold breeze. For the music stays constant. As smiles, and vibrations. The floor grows slippery with spilt beer, as my feet lose traction, but the beat does not halt one step. They will play on, you best never forget. Out of sight, out of mind. Let the music take you, let it calm your inside. If only tonight, or these few hours, ease yourself a riff, with a step to which you find such boogie. For the music stays constant. As smiles, and vibrations. Passing faces seen a few rings prior, a shake, a stare, a hello. You know. You know. You know. And the places we go after, are nowhere in the frame of my minds fabric. Too cleared, to be filled by music. A tick, towards another tock, and the clock hits 12. Its a new day, the next today. Where tomorrow, was just that. But now means yesterday. The music played, never went away. I heard the voices, the cries, stomps, and chants. Freedom, peace. Charisma makes the heart of it. Winding down towards encores, and ending sets. Now when guitars unplayed. Drums left unbeaten. Words left unsung. Must not ever forget, the music stays constant.