He took the offering. He put it in his mouth.
Gene looked at the mess. He looked at the hungry, feral faces of the crowd. He was a man of processed air and digital reverb. He was not ready for the primordial.
“You think this is about music?” Gene continued, approaching the cauldron. “This is about sanity. You can’t keep bathing the world in bacon. People are dying. Your last fan had a cholesterol count of ‘yes.’”
It was less a dish and more a dare.
He took the offering. He put it in his mouth.
Gene looked at the mess. He looked at the hungry, feral faces of the crowd. He was a man of processed air and digital reverb. He was not ready for the primordial.
“You think this is about music?” Gene continued, approaching the cauldron. “This is about sanity. You can’t keep bathing the world in bacon. People are dying. Your last fan had a cholesterol count of ‘yes.’”
It was less a dish and more a dare.
