Imagine, if you will, three guys in a dimly lit room, the crowd starts to pick up with yells and cheers, a guitar starts to groan out emotion like a deep sunset. Then one light shines down and a man opens his mouth and at that very point it is as if the watcher, himself, moves the clouds to shoot down a voice that flows out as pure and clean as fresh dew of a Monday morning rose bush. Then out of no where, the drums start up... boom boom boom boom... Then your hear bass line groov'n bum bum b...