It was a hot, mosquito infested night when we gathered.

We were going to see Dirt Foot later that night, and had gotten together for a pre music BBQ. Delicious but simple veggies were laid out on the grill and were cooked to our delicate palate's satisfaction as we conversed.

The concert was hot as well. It swelled with music, people and movement. I was dripping with sweat, yet I couldn't stop dancing. The music flowed in and around me.

I mean, what else are you going to do to "cajuin gypsy punk" other than dance? :)