Fuckin' Rockstar VII

Saturday Night: Lobo Saloon on Eastlake=
Wood paneling and brick set the stage with a Pabst Blue Label Beer banner as the backdrop and Quincunx took the stage, shook the floor and benchseat (thank you very much!) where I was happily perched vibrating like a 10 cent treat in an hourly rate motel.
Kickass Ass, Ass-kickin' bassist Matt Bird had a look of dazed wonderment as he spied his fingers flying fast and furious over the strings...they seem to move more freely now and I wonder if he wonders who is in control of that fucking awesome sound at times like this. **A ventriloquist can experience a personality split while performing and be amazed at a dialogue exchange that can run away with itself**...and to me, tonight...it seems as Matt's hands moved so naturally and freely that he may be experiencing this phenomenon as well...whatever the case he was fucking incredible!...I believe this was Quincunx's best set ever.