Back in mid-May, in the "dangerous book" thread, Stilly River Sage posted an incredible bit of poetry by Scott Cairns called "Interval With Errato." I was greatly taken by it, and decided to weave it into our "evening" lineup. I finally had a chance to try in out in a different context last night at an "open mic" bit at my favorite watering hole. I introduced it with a brief chat about all the different adjectives in English available to describe most things sexual, and segued from "sexual" to "sensual." The house was mostly "twenty-somethings," and it didn't surprise me that I had their attention right from the start. But I was truly amazed at their absolute and rapt focus on the poem. As the work reaches the climactic moment, there is a line: "Oh! She said. Yes! She said, and tightened so I felt her pulse against my lips." In that brief dramatic interval between "Oh! She said." and "Yes!" somebody's cell phone went off in the audience. Without thinking, and without missing a beat, I said in the husky, breathy voice I was using for that part of the poem, "Turn off that fucking cell phone!" I was astounded at the thunderous applause. When I died after a minute or so, I continued "in voice" to the climax of the poem, and another round of thunderous applause. In my wildest fantasy, I could not have scripted it better. My deepest appreciation to Scott Cairns for writing a brilliant bit of work, and to SRS for bringing it here. I'm convinced that it needs a place in the band repetoire.