Actual, factual account, a few hours ago, the project continues.
Setting: Dr Neau’s secret underground recording studio.
Situation: Spike directing Dr Neau to play yet another electric lead track.
Spike: “No, higher”
Dr Neau: “Arg, here?”
Spike: “Higher”
Dr Neau: “Really? Here?”
Spike: “HIGHER”
Dr Neau: “What? Here?”
The most gorgeous, ethereal sound ever produced in a secret underground studio peaks in a crescendo of blissful monitor warping clarity… and then… everything falls dark and silent.
The power is blown out for the entire suburban neighborhood. Children are crying, neighbors are huddled in the street, mumbling in confusion.
Spike: “There!”
