Imagine a place outside of time. Everything moves in slow motion, all is grey with out even so much as a breeze. TVs are all static; DVDs, VCRs, RECord players are open/playing in slow-mo. HitRECorders loll/move as if deadened...but waiting, wishing for something. Suddenly, like a building fire, a flash like a red star rises, brightening to a warm golden glow that bathes this place and all the RECorders. Suddenly, everyone and everything is awash in vivid colors, tunes crackle to life (maybe "Red Tag Nation" or "Church on Sunday" by may mcdonough), hitRECorders enliven, brisk and eager and nattified! All around them, the place shimmers then reappears as the THEATER, in columns, seats, stage, etc. And the Formal begins with our final rejuvenated RECorders in bold stride toward the stage.


Additional resource:
Find "Red Tag Nation" on May's album Spilt Milk here http://fairtilizer.com/playlists/34894