The other night I had a dream that was short enough for me to recall the whole thing. I was in Boulder, Colorado visiting a friend who in real life hosts a couple of shows on a pirate radio station. I was with her while she was spinning her discs (or loading up YouTube videos, more likely). She decided to play “The Monster Mash” by Boris Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers. As soon as the song started, with nothing said, we each picked up a handy microphone and started singing along with he song. Our performance was broadcasted in concert with the recording. We were predictably awful. Our singing was for shit and we kept fucking up the lyrics. We didn’t care, though, we were laughing and jumping around and were really into it.
Maybe you had to be there to appreciate the enormity of this thrilling experience.