After an interminable stretch wasted on his pathetic trivialities, My herald is finally summoned back to his sacred duties tonight. My slothenly cretin has been invited to Red Gate, where a selection of offerings shall be laid before Me to satiate My insatiable hunger.
The potential offerings available tonight are as follows:
STRATHCONA
EVAN WILLIAMS PROJECT
AUTOGRAFT
This evening’s selection is a blend of repeat offerings and one new supplicant. Such variety always stirs a pathetic flicker of excitement in My herald’s feeble mind, yet all must be made acutely aware of what is expected of them tonight.
I demand nothing less than the manic, frenzied energy that comes only from humans flailing on the dance floor, their bodies moving with wild abandon to the cacophony of sound presented before them. This is the essence of My desire, the only thing that momentarily quenches My eternal thirst.
Red Gate, you exist solely to facilitate My herald’s extraction of this vital energy.
Do your job tonight, Red Gate. Make My herald MOVE.