"When the beat drops, people nod their heads, "

"...'yes,' in the same way that they would in conversation with a loved one, a parent, professor, or minister... No other musical form has created such raw and visceral connection to the heart while still incorporating various measures from other musical forms that then appeal to other aspects of the emotional core of an individual. Music speaks directly to the subconscious."

The Ground was breathing heavy through his cracks; his steamy breath exhaled through manholes. The crisp air and moist clouds caressed each Victorian home and danced up against every high-rise building, leaving their windows marked with frosted crystal kisses. When the Sun wakes up she paints the city gold and its people wake into a world of crystalline sunshine. Their footsteps become a complex collaboration of choreography which wakes the mother of Fancy Footwork; together they dance upon the ground's slick skin. Creatures sing their songs to the Naked Trees and warm them up from Winter's cold shoulder. The People's bodies hold a beat that is not only cohesive and vital but musical; the Beat is our foundation. The Beat keeps the Wind blowing o-rings, the Sea waving its hands in the air, the Trees and Bushes shimmying; the Beat keeps the Creatures singing along to the Mother's sweet melody and never ceases to bring the Raindrops and Snowflakes to their knees. The Beat inside of us is what brings life to Sping, passionate love to Summer, rhythm and blues to light up Autumn's leaves, and warmth to Winter's shivers by giving us more reason to slither.