Nick Spits Ernie K-Doe

A bit manic, the energy, dancing about like fireflies at low frame rate. Attention flitting like the gaze of a nervous bird. Cocked my head to pause the maelstrom. Listening, feeling, breathing. Waiting to open.

A sinuous slow shake of spine starts at the head and neck and echoes down the spine rippling shoulders as it bounces back.

A toe taps as music soaks into the sway.

Come on white boy ...