By J.J. Colagrande


Day two of the S.A.K.E. fest we danced a lot. We danced to Indian sageet music; beautiful sounds pushed by the seventeen-string sitar and the bell-like tabla drums. I know a little about belly dancing. I had taken a class at the time. We danced and danced, naked of course, covered in Henna. We made up the UIRBY dance during day two of S.A.K.E. U as in you. I as in me. R as in are. B as in be. Why? You and I are. We are. We are inside. We are, we be, but we be outside. U experience my B. I experience my R. UIRBY? Why are we? Why be? UIRBY? Forget it. It’s something from high school. Anyway during S.A.K.E. we created the UIRBY dance. In our version we kept the same rhythm as the YMCA but we assigned the I and R the chord to which M occupies. Also, during day two of the S.A.K.E. festival we pretended we were gods and goddesses making up dramas. Keith played Ganesha. I am Ganesha, son of Shiva. The elephant man, remover of your obstacles. I line your road with lotus petals and keep you free from struggle. He went on. His performance at S.A.K.E. inspired me to get the Ganesha tat on my shoulder. In turn I took on Lakshmi. My performance lacked the emotional resonance compared to that of Keith, but he was always a good actor, even before he moved to Los Angeles. During day two we also did yoga. We fell a lot but it had more to do with the sake wine we drank than our balance. On the third day of the S.A.K.E. fest we made love, eight times in all. Keith made love to me like Ansel Adams made love to Yosemite. Totally wonderful day.


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