There was this lion playing percussion, and a raccoon playing the kick drum and the keyboards at the same time, and a coyote playing a Stingray and singing softly. Then there was a man, a weathered fellow with a hat and a thumb filled with glue.
It was like a herd of buffalo running around your heart. Gira, forced to end before we had had enough, sang “God Damn the Sun” as we put on our coats. Certainly one of the best shows I have seen.