You know, I was going to write, “I’ll have whatever he’s having,” but I don’t want to assume that this is some drug-fuelled, MDMA-induced bliss. Why can’t a topless, bearded man in tiny shorts just be happy? Why can’t he just be high on life? By the 0:09 mark, he’s already really cooking. This is the interpretive dance equivalent of a shit-eating grin.
I need to be happy like this. So do you. We all do.
This all took place at Northwest String Summit Festival in North Plains, Oregon.