The dream I had last night, among many which I figure were generated in large part by the amount and temperature of the salsa which I drenched my baked potato with, was populated by a rock band, putatively Pink Floyd. I was in the audience. Given that VSK has been "tired" lately, you could read into the dream the larger issue of its been a while since we've played and a few days since we've fucked. Regardless, the band moved into a subtle jam which focused on David Gilmour, playing an organ. He was babying it and I raised my hand or otherwise got his attention. "More Organ!" I shouted. With that he moved to a bigger longer organ behind him and as the volume roared, with each chord some sort of multi-colored worm like creatures or robots jumped out of his instrument, some looking like miniature barber poles, some like psychedelic mushrooms. Tell you what, I'd like to see that for real.
What you all would like to see is "More Kitten." Without further ado . . .
I give you VSK!