Yeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!! Fire On the Mountain!!!

The crowd stomps on the bar, the tables, the floor, the rafters and the window panes (briefly) in a passioned frenzy of thund'rous rhythms and the ice-clear euphoria of a blazing fiddle permeating the very seams of the old building.

The grills and coffee pots are shaken from their somnolent solidity, and the jugs, jars, juicers, pints, shots, gimlets, shakers, grinders, fifths and jeroboams start vibrating to the wailing lovely madness of a fiddler running amok in music, making the dustmotes move to her time and lifting the logs from their joints in 16th rhythms.

This joint is jumping...