When I used to head out to the clubs more often than I do now, as in heading to
The Covered Dish in Gainesville (it can't still be there -- that was last century), one thing I noticed that pretty much all of the bands, from opening acts to the headliners, there was always someone down front or behind stage whirling Dervish the way that only that the passionately devoted can do.
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