Rolling on the Red Carpet

We went to a Brian Eno gig last night. Although the stage was large -- with plush red carpet and sofas the audience could sit on -- the venue itself was small. Kevin and I were one of the lucky few to get a sofa on stage; the rest of the audience took the theatre seats facing the stage.

Soon, Brian Eno came on stage with his guitar. His hair was long, red and curly. His performance was to be projected on a giant screen hanging above us. As he went into a guitar solo, I lay down on the red carpet.

I writhed and wiggled on the floor, spreading my arms and legs, twisting and turning to his guitar solo. Kevin didn't move from the sofa, but the rest of the audience began to stand up, form pairs and dance. We danced until the final string was struck, then rushed back to our seats.