In a collision of sticks, strings, and noisy things the Necessary Experience grew its wings. With a bag of tricks and a funky mix the band of 3 could play like six. How could it be that 6 is 3, when you hear them play then you will see. It starts with a roar a count to four, drumming drums that shake the floor. Then comes the bass to add a taste which lingers well beyond your face. The keys march in and dance about a crowd of people begin to shout. "Hooray for you! Hooray for me! We only see 2! Where is the 3?" Out from the dark comes the shining star spinning round with his guitar. With style and grace and a stupid face his beaming light transforms the place. Waves of sound splash through his strings mixing drinks and breaking things. In the clatter to your surprise the drummer's head begins to rise. With twirling arms and double feet booms and bangs enhance the beat. The crowd is growing almost too tall, we must keep balance we must not fall. It starts to thunder it starts to rain and from the stage arrives a train. Breathing in and bellowing out the harmonica stands and starts to shout! "Hooray for you! Hooray for me! This band of 6 is only 3!" The singers sing and sing aloud, they sing alone they sing with the crowd. Of all that is gone and all that's to be the singers sing so victoriously. Their voices carry all that they can they carry the equipment they carry the van. The doors fly open the walls fall down the crowd errupts in a beautiful sound. With a wink of an eye and a tip in the hat the band of 3 vanishes like that. If this story sounds mysterious then its true you've been experienced!